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Princes of Mannsborough, Part 4 of approximately 22 by Vulgar Argot (Tags
at bottom to avoid spoilerage)
(Author's Note: This is not a new story. It is the second draft of a
story originally posted here entitled "Marigold." However, the edits are so
extensive that I am posting it as a new story.)
Marigold woke several times during the night, trying to snatch at the
remnants of a dream already half-forgotten. It seemed like every time she
closed her eyes, she dreamed that she was being made love to--sometimes by
Thule, sometimes by Elliot, sometimes by a man whose face she couldn't see.
And sometimes....well, they were just dreams, not to be dwelled on.
She woke for the last time wrapped up in sheets soaked with sweat. Even
so, she lay there for a few minutes gathering her thoughts. In the
bathroom, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her breathing was
ragged, her skin flushed. She was, she realized, fully aroused.
Placing both hands on the cool porcelain of the sink, she stared at
herself intently, as if expecting to see some obvious physical change. She
felt her shoulders trembling. Then, she was crying. Not wanting to alert
her parents, she tried to stifle the sobs until they came out as little
mewling noises. Some detached part of her mind noticed how much they
sounded like her pleasure noises. Inside of her, some small dam of
resistance burst. She laughed at the absurdity of it all.
Stepping into the shower, she tried to collect her thoughts as they
caromed off of each other in her head. She found it nearly impossible to
concentrate. Every time she closed her eyes, she started to think about
what Thule had done to her the night before, what he had promised to do to
her this weekend.
Giving up any pretense of a fight, she ripped the shower head clear of
its holder. With fingers and water pressure, she brought herself off
quickly, glad to see that she hadn't lost the old touch. Then, she brought
herself off again, just for good measure. She hadn't masturbated so
unabashedly in years.
Of course, that didn't leave much time for quiet contemplation. She
stepped out of the shower and dried off quickly. As she was dressing for
school, a realization came to her. She had figured out a way to get
everything she wanted out of life.
Elliot was a cold fish, but a good Christian boy that Jonas would
approve of her marrying. Thule made her feel so good it was like a drug,
but he was, to put it gently, the devil incarnate. Marigold sensed that
there was some truth behind Thule's accusation of Elliot's latent
homosexuality. She'd often suspected it herself. Even if he were
straight, he was bound and determined to be hopeless as a lover.
If there was no hope of turning Elliot into a lothario, all she needed
to do what get Thule to come back to church. After all, wasn't it written
that even Lucifer himself could have forgiveness if he would just ask for
it? And she'd seen the power she could exert over Thule last night. Her
plan was flawless.
She must have had an extra spring in her step when she came down to
breakfast. Her mother Holly noticed it almost immediate, "Looking forward
to being fitted for your prom dress today?"
Marigold had completely forgotten, but nodded her head. "I sure am.
But, I think that the ideas we talked about are all completely wrong."
Holly sighed, "Marigold, sweetie. We've been over this. I don't think
we can do any more about your chest than we talked about. You're just
going to have to accept..."
Marigold waved her off, "No, mother. I was thinking about going in an
entirely different direction. Do you remember that dress you were
fingering at Nordstrom?"
Holly's brow creased, "The one you said would make some streetwalker
very happy?"
"Yeah," said Marigold, starting to peel an orange, "the silver one. How
do you think that design would look in gold?"
"I..." Holly was clearly at a loss for words. Before she could form
another word, Jonas came into the kitchen dressed for work. As if
welcoming Marigold into some secret conspiracy, Holly closed her mouth, put
on a mask of normalcy, and said, "Good morning, Jonas. Coffee should be
ready."
Marigold didn't get another chance that morning to talk to her mother
about her dress. It was probably just as well. What she had in mind
probably wouldn't shock Holly, but she was liable to protest if she thought
Jonas would object.
Her friend Jenna noticed her good mood as soon as she stepped into the
other girl's car to go to school.
"What the fuck do you have to be so cheerful about?" asked Jenna in her
usual abrupt style.
"Oh, nothing," said Marigold. "I was just talking with my mom about my
prom dress."
"So," asked Victoriya from the back seat, "you haven't said a word about
the dress yet. What's the big secret?"
"I don't know if there is a secret," said Marigold. "It's just that my
mother and I weren't seeing eye-to-eye on what the dress should look like
and I'm getting fitted today."
Natalya, also in the back seat, laughed, "I know what you mean. My
mother is all, 'You can't go backless. You need to wear a bra!' Just
because her tits droop does not mean that mine do."
"So," asked Jenna all-too-innocently, "who are you going with?"
Marigold looked at her, surprised, "Elliot, I assume. We've only been
going out forever."
There was silence in the car. Obviously, the other girls knew something
more than they were willing to say. . Before Marigold could formulate a
question, Jenna said, "Are you sure? Word is that Elliot is pretty pissed
at you right now."
Marigold tried to laugh, "Ah. Bad news travels fast but rumor and
innuendo travel at relativistic speeds."
The blank looks she got from the others told Marigold that she was
pushing her luck. All three were cheerleaders, Of the three, only Natalya
seemed liable to graduate in the top half of their classes. Giving any
indication to a cheerleader that you had retained anything from class was a
good way to get your popularity knocked down.
Marigold found that it didn't matter to her so much anymore. There was
no way she was going to remain popular and give Thule what he demanded
anyway. Heedless of the result, she said, "So, who's been spreading lies
about me? Brianne?"
"June Kane," said Victoriya. Jenna turned to glower at her.
Marigold laughed, "Same difference. What Brianne eats, June Kane
shits."
The double whammy of hearing Marigold speak heresy and profanity pretty
much killed any real conversation for the remainder of the ride to school.
When they reached the senior parking lot, Jenna and Natalya couldn't be
away fast enough, trotting up towards the steps. Victoriya just watched
them go, "What's their hurry?"
"They just figured out that I'm about to become social poison. They
want to be as far away from me as they can get before it happens."
"Ahh.." said Natalya thoughtfully. "Slow down a minute then, will ya?
I'm dying for a cigarette."
Marigold looked up the road to the front steps, "I should probably get
going. There's no reason for you to get dragged down with me."
Natalya waved her off, "Fuck that. If I've got to choose between a
couple of phony cunts like them and you, it's not a hard choice."
Marigold was a little bit stunned. She'd always thought of Natalya as a
quiet and reserved team player. Still, she persisted, "It's not just going
to be those two. It's going to be Brianne and June Kane too. And, with
them, everyone else."
Natalya seemed pensive as she lit her cigarette. Then, she asked, "So,
is it true?"
"What?"
"Are you fucking Thule Roemer?"
"No!" said Marigold automatically. Then, looking around herself to see
if anyone was within earshot, she added, "Well, not yet, anyway."
Natalya laughed, "Good for you."
"You're not repulsed?"
Natalya laughed hard, "God, no. Jealous, maybe. Amazed, certainly. I
thought you were Miss Christian priss."
"Things are..plicated," said Marigold. "Wait. Are you saying that
you would sleep with Thule?"
Natalya shook her head, "No. Not in high school. If I did, I might as
well pierce my eyebrow and stop washing my hair for all the popularity I
would have left. But, the boy is hot. I mean, the hair would probably
have to go and the clothes, but he's got kind of a Glen Danzig thing
going."
Marigold had no idea who Glen Danzig was, but didn't bother to ask.
Instead, she asked, "Are you saying you've got a thing for Thule?"
Natalya shook her head, "No, no, sweetie. I'm not after your man. I'm
just saying I admire your gumption for going for it." She took a long drag
on her cigarette, "The truth of it is that I just can't wait to get out of
this fucking berg with its gold-plated provincial attitude. I'm not going
away to college so that I can keep dying my hair, being a cheerleader, and
fucking socially acceptable guys."
It occurred to Marigold that she wouldn't have to face as much social
opprobrium if she weren't the only defector from Brianne's clique. She
said, "You know, there's only like six weeks left of school. If you've got
a thing for someone, you should just go for it. You may never get another
chance and it's not like Brianne can do much in the time we have left.
Natalya got a faraway look on her face then reached out with her
cigarette-free hand, placed it under Marigold's chin, and traced her
cheekbone with her thumb. The whole motion took less than a second, but it
made Marigold shiver.
"No, sweetie," she said sadly. "I really don't need the shitstorm.
And, I'm not as brave as you are."
Suddenly, Marigold didn't feel at all brave. Instead, she felt like a
complete fraud. Worse, in a moment of weakness, she'd used a friend to try
to bolster her own social situation--something that she promised herself
she would never do again. She felt absolutely worthless.
As she was trying to think of what to say next, Marigold saw Elliot
striding angrily towards her. Natalya saw it too and looked ready to
interpose herself between the two of them. Marigold whispered urgently to
her, "No. Go find Thule."
Elliot strode past Natalya as if she weren't there, his hand gripping
Marigold's arm bruisingly hard, "Come on."
Marigold tried to pull away from him, but found herself dragged along,
"Dammit, Elliot! What is your problem?"
"My problem?" Elliot sputtered. "It's all over the school that you're
dumping me for Bart Roemer. Why am I the last goddamned person to hear
about it?"
Marigold stared at him incredulously, "Elliot, where the hell did you
hear that?"
"I knew I never should have left the two of you alone in that office,"
Elliot snarled. "June Kane told me that Doug Foeller saw you two making
out in Roemer's rusty, piece-of-shit car."
"Doug Foeller's a goddamned liar," shouted Marigold. She was outraged.
Just because she was guilty of the general gist of the accusation didn't
mean that she was going to cop to a clear fabrication, "He gave me a ride
home--a completely innocent ride home."
"Dammit, Marigold," he shouted back. "I don't need this shit. I'm
under a lot of pressure this year and we're this close," he held up two
fingers with a tiny gap between them, "to going to the state championship.
I don't have time to deal with my girlfriend hanging around with some
dirtbag computer nerd. I don't want to hear about it happening again."
Marigold glared at Elliot and realized that any lingering affection she
might have for him was completely gone. She didn't even know who he was
anymore.
As children, they'd been best friends. Elliot had been calling her his
girlfriend since they were eight. But, he'd grown increasingly distant
over time. This year, she saw him maybe three or four times a week, rarely
more than ten minutes at a time. She'd complained about their lack of time
together last year. He'd made it sound like he stayed away for her sake.
Since then, it had gotten increasingly worse. Senior year, she hadn't
really had time for dating, but they'd gotten to the point where they
hardly spoke. And now, out of the blue, he'd tried to lay claim to her, to
his right to decide who she could associate with.
When she spoke, each word was clearly enunciated and laced with menace,
"Are...you...forbidding....me?" she asked.
"Yes," he shouted, "I can't have my girlfriend off gallivanting with
dirtbags."
Marigold was so angry, she started to actually see a red glow around
everything. She searched her mind for the most hurtful, personal thing she
could say to Elliot, thought of every secret she knew, every bit of
innuendo that she'd heard. And then she knew, "How do you think I feel?
Everybody feels sorry for me because they know my boyfriend would rather
fuck the quarterback than me?"
Elliot's arm shot out, catching her backhand across the face. Marigold
felt the faint, metallic tang of blood in her mouth. She screamed, mostly
in rage, but a little bit in triumph too. Until today, she'd always
allowed herself to believe that Elliot really was a nice, Christian boy and
that anything she did to displease him must be her own fault. Now, she saw
him for the snarling animal he really was. Her triumph was short-lived,
though, as his fingers latched around her throat. She was off her feet,
her back on the hood of a car, being slammed backwards repeatedly. She was
dimly aware of him screaming at her. Then, she was aware of nothing at
all.
It wasn't long until the world came sharply back into focus as the
pressure on her windpipe abruptly ceased. Pushing herself up on her
elbows, she saw Elliot being restrained by his coach and several of his
teammates as he continued to scream at her, "You fucking cunt whore. I'll
see you in hell, bitch." His face was beet red and his hair a mess.
She stood up unsteadily. Elliot slowly stopped struggling, courtesy of
a choke hold applied by the coach. He signified his submission and was
slowly released. As he stood, Marigold caught a meaningful glance passing
between Elliot and Ian Kelley. Shocked, she realized that she had not just
made Elliot angry, she had been right, even guessing which player Elliot
had a thing for. That Ian was Brianne's boyfriend only made the whole
thing funnier to her.
Randy Vandevoort was walking over to her, looking concerned, offering
her a hand up, when Marigold saw the parking lot side door of the gym burst
open and Thule come barreling out. He immediately ran towards Marigold,
worry etched heavily on his face. Elliot, who had been screened away from
Marigold had a clear path for Thule and took it. He blindsided Thule,
screaming incoherently. The impact was so strong that Thule was slammed
back into the glass door to the gym, which spiderwebbed.
Elliot rabbit-punched Thule hard in the gut. Thule, barely standing,
had the mental presence to stomp down hard on Elliot's insole, giving
himself a little bit of breathing room.
Marigold lost track of the action, then. The team scattered, most of
them running to pull Elliot off of Thule, the rest running to help her up.
"Are you all right?" Randy Vandevoort asked, giving her a hand up.
Marigold gingerly felt her neck and nodded, "I think so."
Randy took her chin in his hand and turned her head so he could see,
"That's going to be an ugly bruise, I'm afraid."
The gesture seemed frightening intimate. Marigold pulled away and
looked over his shoulder. She couldn't see what was happening with Thule.
He was surrounded by people. She did see Elliot being held away from the
crowd by a couple of defensive linemen, though, and breathed a sigh of
relief. Randy took a couple of steps past her and took inventory of what
she now realized was his car.
"Did I...?" she asked.
Randy looked back at her, "The hood will probably have to be replaced. I
wouldn't worry about it, though." He rubbed his hand along the finish, "If
you're feeling guilty, you can finally accept an invitation to one of my
parties as penance. I would consider us even."
"I, uh..." said Marigold. This close, she had to admit that Randy was
awfully handsome. Rumor was that he'd worked his way through most of the
girls at Mannsborough. For a moment, Marigold felt like a bird caught in a
cobra's glare.
"Marigold," Thule called out to her.
She ran to where he was holding himself upright by leaning on the black
iron railing. As she got close, Thule let go of the railing and staggered
towards her. Marigold threw her arms around him. The way they both
slumped into the embrace made her wonder who was holding who up.
"Are you all right?" Thule asked. "Did he hurt you badly?"
Marigold nodded. Thule, apparently finding her answer too ambiguous,
did a quick hands-on search of all her vital areas. Satisfied that she was
all right, he said, "Well, I suspect that you will have to engage in some
hickey-hiding measures for a few days, but you look okay."
Marigold's heart sank, "Hickey-hiding?"
The coach chose that moment to interrupt, "Thule, Marigold. I need to
go and talk to the team. But, I want to talk to you two as well. I really
appreciate if you would head over to the Spoon and wait for me there. I'll
cover breakfast and make sure you two are excused from your classes until
we can talk. Please, don't discuss this with anyone until we get a chance
to talk."
Thule nodded, "Sure, coach. I can do that for you." He put emphasis on
the last two words.
The coach nodded grimly, "You ever get a chance to run anymore, Bart?"
Thule gave a crooked half smile, "Not as often as I would like, coach."
The coach nodded remorsefully, then headed into the gym.
"Thule," asked Marigold as they got into his car. "What's the Spoon?"
Thule laughed, "It the diner all the kids go to when they want to skip
class--good food, cheap prices, and high booths that let you have a certain
degree of anonymity."
Marigold gave him an ironic stare, "And, just how do you know about this
place."
Thule chuckled, leaned across the seat, and kissed her on top of the
head, "Little flower, you may well be the only one at the whole school who
doesn't know about it."
Feeling his lips pressed reassuringly to her head, Marigold finally gave
in to the shock of what had just happened. She began crying and shaking.
Thule gathered her into his arms, stroking her long, blonde hair, kissing
her, and whispering her name comfortingly.
He held her until she stopped crying. As she felt him loosening the
clutch to break away, she said, "No, Thule. Please hold me some more.
I...I have something I want to say and I don't want to lose my nerve."
Thule pressed his forehead to hers so that their faces were mere inches
apart, "What is it, my tethered goddess."
"I just wanted to tell you that...Thule, I don't feel like what you're
doing to me is punishment. I...I like being with you. Please, don't send
me away at the end of summer, Thule. We're both going to school in
Boston..." She let her words trail off.
Thule looked at her a long time, his expression unreadable. When
Marigold couldn't pretend that he was just taking time to formulate his
answer, she tried to escape his arms. Reluctantly, he let her go.
"Marigold," he said flatly, his voice almost a monotone. "I'm not done
punishing you yet. You still have a lot to answer for. I'm going to do
things to you and make you do things that could well make you hate me.
Let's leave the question of Boston open until then."
Marigold nodded, fighting back another wave of tears. She had a feeling
in her gut that was part queasiness, part arousal, and part fear that came
from wondering what he had planned for her.
-=-
At the Spoon, over breakfast and tea, Marigold asked, "So, why did you
quit the track team?" The question that was really burning in her mind was,
"What are you going to make me do?" but she knew it would get no answer.
"Freshman year," he said between bites of sausage, "my parents got
divorced. My girlfriend, Maya, had some trouble and moved away. I
couldn't handle it all and run track."
Marigold shook her head. Deliberately steering the conversation away
from any discussion of Maya, she said, "I still can't imagine you as a
jock."
"I never fit in well with the culture," he said, drizzling syrup on his
pancakes. "I was on the track team and a kicker for the football team.
But, I was already known for my grades and my computer acumen, so I never
really got much acceptance. The jocks tolerated me because I was good at
the sports I played. None of the others entirely trusted me because I was
a jock. It wasn't hard to give up."
"Do you think you might run again in college?"
Thule shook his head, "MIT doesn't leave much time to be on a track
team."
"It's definitely MIT then?"
"If the financing comes in," Thule answered. "I've got enough put away
for almost two years. I've got a few irons in the fire to try to raise the
rest."
The front door opened admitting the coach. Thule stood and waved him
over. As he sat down, Marigold slid around until her thigh was pressed up
against Thule's.
"I'm glad you two agreed to see me," said the coach. "I want to make a
deal with you."
Thule didn't put his fork down, "I'm listening."
"I don't know what happened back there," said the coach, "but I think we
would all be best served if this whole thing stayed under wraps. You know
how the damned administration is. If they get wind of this, they'll end up
taking action against everyone involved. I'm under a lot of pressure to
bring the team to states this year. And, I'm sure you two don't want to be
suspended over your involvement in this little dust-up."
Thule cut a neat triangle out of the edge of his stack of pancakes,
shook it free of excess syrup, and popped it in his mouth. He chewed
slowly and deliberately. The process went on long enough that Marigold
felt she should say something to fill the gap. As she shifted to speak,
Thule kicked her gently underneath the table.
"I don't know," he said lazily. "I could use a few days off. I've
already got my acceptance letters. It doesn't seem like I'm getting much
out of the deal."
"Does your girlfriend feel the same way?"
"My girlfriend," Thule put heavy emphasis on the word, "would like to
see the cocksucker in jail. He just tried to kill her."
Marigold felt a little frisson at being called Thule's girlfriend.
The coach raised his hands, "I really don't think it's necessary to
bring the cops into this. You know, you may have done permanent damage
when you kicked Elliot."
Thule took a quick sip of coffee, "I'm sure it will be a great loss to
the team if Elliot's dick doesn't work any more. On the plus side, I
didn't touch that purty mouth of his."
"Christ on a cracker, Bart," the coach said explosively. "Don't fuck
with me. If you want something, spit it out."
Thule counted off on his thumb, "Jenny Collins."
The coach looked a little stunned, "Should I know that name?"
"Who's fucking with who now, coach? I want all the information you
gathered on her."
"I don't have much."
"Fair enough. I also want what you have on Sarita Malloy."
The coach paled, "Christ, Bart. What are you after?"
Thule shook his head in the negative, "That's my business. Those are my
terms."
The coach stared at Thule. His eyes flickered to Marigold to see if he
had any support there. She kept her expression cautiously neutral.
Finally, he said, "One condition. Whatever you're going to do with this
information, you wait until after the state championships to do it."
Thule shook his head, "That's too late. I can give you until the team
qualifies for state."
The coach sighed, "You're not making this easy for me, Bart."
"You?" Thule's laugh was not kind. "I've spent four years in the monkey
house with these animals. Half the Mannsborough PD is made up of your
little thugs who never should have made it out of high school with a
record. Do you think these guys become angels because they get out of high
school?"
"All right," said the coach, sounding defeated. "I've got a folder in
my office. It covers all of my investigations. There's more going on here
than you know about. I'll give you a copy of everything. Just, don't use
it until the state championships."
Thule gave the coach a suspicious look, "Tell me what I don't know."
The coach leaned in to speak lower, "From what I was able to determine,
Jenny Collins was up at Vandevoort's house for a week before the party
where...things went really bad. It was Vandevoort who pulled that Malloy
girl into the locker room after the Fort Benningsworth game. His father
paid off both girls big time. When Greg Walters got busted for coke, he
took the fall for Vandevoort. And, there was an incident on Block Island
last summer that I don't have a lot of details on."
He turned to Marigold to address her, "Your suspicions about Elliot
aren't one hundred percent right. I've heard things, but he was bragging
to the team about this girl he shared with Randy Vandevoort on Block Island
and the things they made her do. Truth be told, I'm glad you're rid of
him. I don't know what his damage is, but he doesn't seem to like women
much."
"Thank you, Coach Wiley," said Marigold quietly.
"Is that enough?" asked the coach. There are a half dozen more minor
incidents. If I give you the file, will you wait until after the
championship?"
Thule said immediately, "A lot of the team is going to be pretty pissed
about what happened today. I want you to make it clear in no uncertain
terms that Mari and I are off limits. Anybody so much as breathes on us
wrong and our deal is null and void."
"Already done," said the coach. "I can't vouch for Elliot, but the rest
of the team will do what I tell them."
Thule nodded, "All right. Get your file. We'll wait here." As the
coach began to rise, he added, "One last thing."
The coach gave Thule a look of supplication.
"Clear it with the school nurse. Mari and I went home today. We were
sick or something. There are some things we need to do."
-=-
Marigold felt numb.
"I can't believe all those things are going on in Mannsborough," she
said to Thule as he drove towards his house. "I never heard about any of
it. I knew Jenny Collins. She moved really suddenly, supposedly because
her dad lost his job."
"There are some very powerful people in this town, little flower," said
Thule. "Some of them do bad things with their power, like putting it at
the disposal of their children. Children are monsters by nature."
Marigold fell silent. When Thule looked over again, tears were rolling
down her cheeks.
"Mari, what's the matter?"
"Thule," she asked quietly. "What's wrong with me?"
"What do you mean?"
"First, I assumed Elliot just didn't like sex. Then, I thought you must
be right and he was gay. Now, I hear that he was fucking some other girl
on Block Island when I thought he was at football camp. Why, in the last
five years, hasn't he even tried to touch me?"
Thule pulled into his driveway, then turned to look at her, "Do you
really want my theory?"
Marigold nodded.
"Would you have let him share you with Randy Vandevoort?"
Marigold glared at him, "Of course not."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm not a whore."
Thule raised an eyebrow ironically at her. Marigold blushed. Before
she could amend her statement, Thule said, "To Elliot, you've always been a
nice, Christian girl--the girl he was going to marry. He had something
specific in mind that you just weren't the right girl for."
"He fucked around behind my back because he had too much respect for me
not to?"
"Do you have a better theory?"
Marigold didn't, so she let Thule lead her inside, into the kitchen.
"Take off your shirt. Leave your bra on." His voice had the tone of
easy command again.
Marigold looked at him, alarmed, "Leave my bra on?"
Thule seemed to catch her meaning, "Marigold, I love your breasts. If
we have time later, I may fuck them. Right now, I want to help you clean
up those bruises before they get really ugly."
Marigold picked up the toaster to look at her reflection. Elliot's
fingers had left a set of angry red marks at her throat that were starting
to darken to purple. She muttered an invective.
Thule smiled at her, "Have a seat. We'll see what we can do about
that."
As Thule peeled, sliced, and soaked potatoes, they talked about
inconsequential matters. Marigold was amazed at how happy she felt just
being there in Thule's house, chatting with him. For a while, she
completely forgot that he had blackmailed her to get her here.
For an hour, Thule took rags, dipped them in the potato water, and
applied them to Marigold's neck. When he announced he was finished,
Marigold looked at her reflection again. The bruises had already faded to
brown and yellow.
"Now, they really do look like hickeys," announced Thule. "They should
fade in a couple of days."
"Thank you, Thule."
"You're welcome," said Thule mildly. Then, his tone of voice changed,
"Now. Come into my bedroom."
Marigold quavered at the tone of command. She rose and followed him
through the living room. As she did, she took stock of her surroundings.
The house was not as small as she expected it to be. It was kept
meticulously neat. The only thing that made it seem at all cramped were
the bookshelves covering every available wall and overflowing into stacks
on the floor next to them.
"Watch your step," Thule said as he led Marigold into his room. The
curtains were drawn in here and it took a moment for her eyes to adjust to
the darkness. When they did, she realized that, interspersed with the
books were more than a dozen computers of a bewildering variety. Monitors
flickered in every corner of the room and one wall was completely taken up
with electronics.
"What do you need with all of these computers?" she asked.
"Each one has its use," he answered cryptically. "As I upgrade, I
rarely want to decommission what I've been doing before, so they sort of
accumulate." As he spoke, he picked up a digital camera from his desk, "Put
your shirt back on and get on the bed," he ordered.
Marigold looked alarmed, "Are you going to take pictures?"
"Yes."
"Are you going to show them to anyone?"
"Probably...eventually"
Marigold hesitated, started to argue.
"All right," Thule said, as if relenting. "Why don't I take you home,
then?"
"What?" Marigold asked, "Why?"
"You don't seem to want to live up to your end of the bargain. I should
take you home."
"I'll do whatever you want, Thule," she whispered> "But, please, no
pictures."
Thule shrugged, "No pictures, then. Let's get you home."
"No," Marigold said, panic rising in her chest, "Please. It's okay.
Take all the pictures you want."
She burned with embarrent as Thule ordered her to take her clothes
off one by one. Once she was naked, he made her assume a number of poses,
some of which brought tears of shame to her eyes. There was nothing
merciful or loving about Thule now. Marigold felt like a complete whore.
But, as time went by, she came to accept that what she was doing was under
duress. She wasn't a whore. Thule ordered her to behave like a whore and
she was forced to comply. That realization made the process much easier.
It made the process more than easier. Marigold found herself starting
to enjoy the process. She primped. She twisted to get her best angle.
She smiled genuinely for the camera. She was really beginning to enjoy the
freedom of being forced to behave like a whore when Thule said, "Put your
fingers between your legs and touch yourself."
"No!" she said involuntarily. Thule frowned at her and didn't speak.
Marigold knew that arguing would do no good. All he would do was agree and
offer to take her home. Instead, she said, "I don't think I can get
aroused like this. It's too awkward."
Reaching into his closet, Thule pulled out a tripod with a video camera
on it, "Leave that to me." He came over and sat behind her, spreading his
legs so that Marigold could sit between them. His hands reached up around
her and gently cupped her breasts, fondling and stroking them. He kissed
the side of her neck with no marks on it. Marigold shivered and moaned a
little.
"Touch yourself," he whispered. Marigold obeyed, but the pleasure had
drained away into embarrent again. His hands on her failed to elicit
more than a tepid response. Then, he leaned forward and began to explain,
in great detail, what he was going to do to her, what he had done to her
already, and the myriad possibilities of what he could make her do if he
wanted. Marigold closed her eyes and continued to touch herself, soon
forgetting the camera, forgetting that it was wrong to enjoy it so much,
spiraling into pleasure from his touch, his warm breath, and his words.
"I could share you with Randy Vandevoort," Thule growled in her ear,
"his cock in your sweet, innocent pussy, mine ramming in and out of your
ass."
Marigold wanted to protest, but the image hit her solidly between the
eyes. She came, hard, unable to control or slow the pleasure, even as she
stopped touching herself. She started to cry at the depths of her own
depravity. Thule may be forcing her to masturbate for the camera, but the
reaction to his words had been all hers. He knelt up onto his knees behind
her, holding her chin with one hand, unzipping his pants with the other.
Marigold tried to turn to suck his cock, but he held her in place, not
letting go of her chin. Instead, he rubbed his swollen organ in her hair,
trailed it down her spine. She moaned at the feel of it, absurdly erotic.
When it got to be over her tailbone, he pushed her down on her face. She
sprawled in front of him. He mounted her, slapping the backs and insides
of her thighs with his cock. Then, he rubbed it against the lips of her
pussy, not entering her, only teasing her. She moaned at the pleasure and
frustration of it. She felt his precum and her juices mixing.
Marigold tried to position herself in such a way that he would slide
into her, but he had her completely pinned. She could only squirm, which
seemed to turn them both on all the more, as did her squeals of protest.
Then, he took his cock and pressed it against the other entrance to her
flesh. Even pinned under his superior weight, Marigold made a good show of
struggling against it. But, he pushed a small fraction of the head into
her, holding her open. The pain was exquisite, tinged with pleasure. She
shuddered and thrashed.
"Stop fighting it," Thule growled. She complied out of instinct now.
"I own you," he purred in her ear, "If I want to fuck your tight, tiny
little asshole right here and now, it's my right. Don't you agree?"
Marigold closed her eyes, said a little, silent prayer. Still, he was
there, unrelenting. She nodded her head, "Yes," she whispered, "I'm your
tethered goddess. Rape me. Shame me. Kill me if you want. I belong to
you."
Thule chuckled throatily against her ear and drove his cock against her
so that Marigold now gripped the whole of it with her sphincter. She
trembled with the effort of not fighting against him as he pulled out, then
drove the head back in again, but only the head. Marigold moaned at her
helplessness. There was too much pain and fear involved for her to come or
even for the pleasure to become dominant.
Thule pulled away, "Lay on your back," he ordered, "with your legs
towards the camera. Touch yourself."
Marigold obeyed unquestioningly now, stroking herself to greater heights
of pleasure. Compared to being sodomized in front of the camera, there was
hardly any shame in this at all. Soon, she was moaning and trembling.
"Don't stop," Thule said as he straddled her stomach. He took his cock
and placed it between her breasts, holding them together with his hands.
Marigold realized that Thule was carrying out his earlier threat to fuck
her tits. It felt good, but also absurd. Once Marigold got the image of
what they were doing in her mind's eye, she started giggling. She couldn't
stop herself. Thule glared down at her, but that just made it worse. Now,
the giggles had turned into guffaws, shaking her whole ribcage. She was
afraid that Thule would be really angry. But, a moment later, he was
laughing too. He rolled over onto his back, drawing her into his arms,
still chuckling.
"I'm sorry," Marigold gasped, "it just seemed so silly."
Thule hugged her and kissed the top of her head, "It is silly. I'd just
never done it before. I thought I'd give it a try, but you're right."
Marigold hugged him back, pressing her face into the curly hair on his
chest, reveling in the hard lines of his chest and the scent of him.
"Thule," she asked him earnestly, her hand snaking down to wrap around
his cock. "Can I suck it, please?"
"Yes," said Thule, still chuckling. "I think you'd better."
Marigold followed her hand down his body, rubbing her stomach, her
diaphragm, her cleavage over the end of his cock as she went. Thule moaned
and arched his back as she went. Marigold smiled at being in control
again. With little, catlike licks, she began to cover the whole cock.
Thule moaned harder and thrashed a little. She began sucking the end of
it, licking it at the same time. Thule was making animal noises now.
Marigold took most of it into her mouth now, licking and sucking, working
up and down the shaft. It seemed like a long time before he came this
time, but Marigold reveled in the sounds she was able to elicit from him.
Finally, Thule grabbed the back of her head, drove his cock into her
throat, and came in great gouts. After Marigold had licked him clean, she
lay back on the bed, smiling to herself, no longer caring that the camera
ran.
-=-
By the time Thule pulled up outside her house, Marigold could see that
the bruises on her neck had faded even more than before. But, they were
still quite visible and still very definitely finger shaped. Looking in
the mirror on her visor, she felt herself starting to hyperventilate,
"Thule, the bruises are still there."
Thule looked at her, annoyance flickering over his features, "Of course
they're still there. It's potato water, not magical hickey-be-gone juice."
"It's not a hickey," Marigold answered emphatically, "Thule, do you know
what kind of girls get hickeys?"
"Are they better or worse girls than the ones whose closet-case
boyfriends try to strangle them to death?"
Marigold felt herself starting to get angry. Strangely, she still
wanted to defend Elliot against accusations of homosexuality. Changing
directions mid-thought, the best she could come up with was, "Yes!"
Thule raised his eyebrow in a look that Marigold now recognized as
sardonic amusement, "Why?"
"I," Marigold felt herself getting flustered, "It's because...I don't
know," she blurted, "Maybe they're not. Forget I said anything."
"No," said Thule, "I want to explore this line of thought a bit further.
Why are girls who get hickeys so bad?"
"Please, Thule," Marigold whispered. "My parents are going to start
wondering why I'm spending so much time in the car with you."
"Your parents don't come to the window when you get home from school.
You told me yourself. Of course, if you're really worried, you should
answer quickly."
"I..." she realized that further protest wouldn't help and would just
prolong things, "It's cheap."
"Slutty?" Thule asked. She nodded.
"Would you say that girls who get hickeys are whores?"
"Thule, what are you getting at?" Marigold asked, annoyed. Thule didn't
answer, just stared her down. Forced to go on, she said, "I guess."
"So," he asked, "What are you?"
"What?"
"How are you better than them?"
"I...I've been forced."
"Forced?"
"Coerced, then. I'm not doing it by choice. I'm being blackmailed."
"So, you're not a whore?"
"No. I'm more like a....prisoner."
"Really?" There was a coldness in his voice that made her shiver.
"Didn't you tell me earlier today that you enjoyed what I do to you and
didn't really think of it as punishment?"
Marigold felt trapped, "What you make me do makes me feel dirty..."
"Dirty?" Thule asked. She nodded.
"Like a whore?" His voice a rasp now. Marigold nodded again.
"So, you're just a good, Christian girl who wants to be with a man who
makes her feel like a whore even though she's not a whore because she's
forced?"
"Well," she said, smiling a little, "When you put it that way, it sounds
ridiculous."
"My little flower, what is a whore?"
Marigold started crying now, trying to formulate an answer that would
end the questioning. Mercifully, he answered his own question, "A whore is
someone who has sex so that she can get something out of it, like money.
Would you agree?"
She nodded.
"And why do you let me do the things I do to you?" The question hit her
like a splash of cold water. Her eyes flew open and she stared at him.
His eyes were cold and probing.
"What do you want me to say, Thule? That I'm a whore."
"I want you to tell me the truth."
"Do you want me to be a whore?" she asked, her voice rising a little.
"I can't make you a whore." He answered simply
She started crying freely now, tears rolling down her cheeks. Thule
reached out his arms, wrapping them around her, drawing her in. She clung
to him miserably.
"Thule," she asked, "Why do you want me to be a whore?"
She didn't expect an answer, but he kissed the top of her head,
"Because, little flower, until you accept that you are a whore, you'll
never accept that you're my whore."
She trembled against him, "I think I'm falling in love with you, Thule."
He pet her hair, "I thought you hated me."
She nodded against his chest, "That too."
He held her for a long time. Finally, he said, "They're going to start
wondering what we're doing out here."
Part of Marigold wanted to say to "let them," wanted the whole
masquerade to be over, to acknowledge what was going on. Let them throw
her out, refuse to pay for college. She'd....well, she didn't know what
she'd do, but she'd figure out something. Thule would take care of her.
Instead, she detatched herself and began to clean up. In the past few
days, she'd gotten very adept at hiding the ravages of strong emotion and
its effects on her body.
As she was reapplying her makeup, she asked, "Thule, what am I going to
tell my parents about the marks on my neck?"
"Tell them the truth," he shrugged, "Not all of it, of course. But,
tell them that Elliot got jealous of you spending time with your friends
and got so mad that he choked you."
"But, they love Elliot. They'll never believe me."
"Marigold, Jonas may be a bit of a Bible-thumper, but he's also a very
smart guy. He can't be completely blind to Elliot's flaws, even if you
were. Remember. They love you, too. Sell it to them and they'll believe
it."
She looked at him. Her face was all made up again. Except for a light
flush under her tanned skin, no one would guess she had just been crying.
"Thule," she asked, her voice quavering, "Call me a whore again."
To her surprise, he didn't ask questions. He just leaned his head near
hers. His voice was hot on her ear, "You're a whore," he growled, "a
filthy, slutty whore. You love what I do to you and beg for more."
She nodded. Her whole body had tensed up when he said it, shaking in
the intensity of the conflicting emotions that she felt. She thought about
it. She was a whore. Thule could torment her, rape her, and degrade her
and she would just come crawling back for more. Fat tears started rolling
down her cheeks.
"Hey," said Thule, "You're messing up your makeup again."
"I know," she whispered and pulled away. Dabbing ineffectually at her
face, she asked, "How do I look?"
"A mess," said Thule.
"Good," she said bouncily. Then, while his mouth was still hanging open
with surprise, she leaned in to kiss him, hard on the mouth and, before he
could recover, was out of the car and up the path.
-=-
Marigold paused at the door. Reflected in the outer glass, her eyes
were red-rimmed, puffy, and freshly smeared. Her cheeks were flushed.
Only her hair was too neat. She pulled a few, choice strands out of place,
took a deep breath, and went inside.
"Oh, good," Holly said when the door opened, "You're home on time."
"Hi," Marigold said shyly, holding her head forward so that her hair
covered her face and neck, "I'll be right back." She accelerated towards
the steps going upstairs.
"Marigold," asked Jonas sounding alarmed, "Is something wrong."
"No," she said. While she doubted she would be able to cry on cue, she
was pleased to hear her voice crack in the middle of the word.
"Marigold," Jonas said, concern in his voice now. Marigold broke for
the stairs now, running up them to her room, then slamming the door, which
flew back open from the impact. She slammed it again and threw herself
face down on her bed.
"I'm a whore," she thought to herself, "A dirty whore. I love what
Thule does to me." To her horror, she didn't start crying as she expected,
but grinned broadly.
Casting about for something to think about that could make her cry, she
settled on, "I'm never going to be able to marry Elliot. He's in love with
Ian Kelley." Now, instead of crying, she started laughing silently, her
whole body shaking with barely contained mirth.
She felt weight on the bed. Jonas put his hands on her shoulders,
"Marigold," he said gently, "why are you crying?"
She managed to calm herself before she started laughing out loud and
blew her cover, "I'm not crying," she said desperately.
Jonas pulled her into a hug, wrapping his arms around her from behind.
She felt a deep pang of shame. He was not a physically demonstrative man.
She felt awful about getting such a strong response through deception.
"What happened," Jonas asked. "Please, Marigold. You can tell me."
Marigold took a deep breath, "I found out today that when Elliot said he
was at football camp last year, he was really on Block Island with Randy
Vandevoort. And, I found out the two of them had sex with some slut and we
got in a big fight and he tried to strangle me." The words all came out in
a rush. Strictly speaking, they were all true. She turned to face him,
making sure he could see the marks on her neck.
Jonas didn't speak for what seemed like a long time. Finally, he said
in a low voice, "I'll kill him."
Marigold could not have been more shocked. Her mellow, Christian,
milquetoast stepfather had stepped so far out of character, she would have
been less surprised to see Mr. Rogers slap a child. "Sir," she said,
stunned and somewhat stern.
Jonas closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. A groan of frustration
came from behind his hands.
"Sorry, Pumpkin," he said, "I lost myself there for a moment. Of
course, that's not the Christian thing to say...or do. I just need a
second."
He sat for a moment and bowed his head, mouthing a silent prayer.
Finally, he said, "Did the school expel him?"
"No," said Marigold, already anticipating the next question, "The
administration doesn't know."
"Why not?" asked Jonas.
"Thule came to my rescue," she said, stretching the truth near the point
of breaking. "He hurt Elliot pretty bad. If the administration started
handing out expulsions, they might expel him too. And, he's worked so hard
and been accepted to MIT."
Jonas gave her a hard, appraising look, "It sounds like you took my
advice and started spending more time with Bartholemew."
Marigold nodded, afraid her voice might betray her, "I think I might
even be able to get him to come to church."
Jonas chuckled, "I thought the same thing for years. But, maybe being
asked by a pretty girl will help."
Marigold's smile was genuine. It was the first time she'd ever heard
Jonas call her pretty.
"All right," Jonas said with a harsh chuckle. "You and Bartholemew
graduate and go to the colleges you've worked so hard for. In the mean
time, I'll try to find it in my heart to forgive Elliot. If I can't
forgive him by graduation," his eyes grew steely and intense, "then I'll
kill him."
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(Author's Note: This is not a new story. It is the second draft of a
story originally posted here entitled "Marigold." However, the edits are so
extensive that I am posting it as a new story.)
Marigold woke several times during the night, trying to snatch at the
remnants of a dream already half-forgotten. It seemed like every time she
closed her eyes, she dreamed that she was being made love to--sometimes by
Thule, sometimes by Elliot, sometimes by a man whose face she couldn't see.
And sometimes....well, they were just dreams, not to be dwelled on.
She woke for the last time wrapped up in sheets soaked with sweat. Even
so, she lay there for a few minutes gathering her thoughts. In the
bathroom, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her breathing was
ragged, her skin flushed. She was, she realized, fully aroused.
Placing both hands on the cool porcelain of the sink, she stared at
herself intently, as if expecting to see some obvious physical change. She
felt her shoulders trembling. Then, she was crying. Not wanting to alert
her parents, she tried to stifle the sobs until they came out as little
mewling noises. Some detached part of her mind noticed how much they
sounded like her pleasure noises. Inside of her, some small dam of
resistance burst. She laughed at the absurdity of it all.
Stepping into the shower, she tried to collect her thoughts as they
caromed off of each other in her head. She found it nearly impossible to
concentrate. Every time she closed her eyes, she started to think about
what Thule had done to her the night before, what he had promised to do to
her this weekend.
Giving up any pretense of a fight, she ripped the shower head clear of
its holder. With fingers and water pressure, she brought herself off
quickly, glad to see that she hadn't lost the old touch. Then, she brought
herself off again, just for good measure. She hadn't masturbated so
unabashedly in years.
Of course, that didn't leave much time for quiet contemplation. She
stepped out of the shower and dried off quickly. As she was dressing for
school, a realization came to her. She had figured out a way to get
everything she wanted out of life.
Elliot was a cold fish, but a good Christian boy that Jonas would
approve of her marrying. Thule made her feel so good it was like a drug,
but he was, to put it gently, the devil incarnate. Marigold sensed that
there was some truth behind Thule's accusation of Elliot's latent
homosexuality. She'd often suspected it herself. Even if he were
straight, he was bound and determined to be hopeless as a lover.
If there was no hope of turning Elliot into a lothario, all she needed
to do what get Thule to come back to church. After all, wasn't it written
that even Lucifer himself could have forgiveness if he would just ask for
it? And she'd seen the power she could exert over Thule last night. Her
plan was flawless.
She must have had an extra spring in her step when she came down to
breakfast. Her mother Holly noticed it almost immediate, "Looking forward
to being fitted for your prom dress today?"
Marigold had completely forgotten, but nodded her head. "I sure am.
But, I think that the ideas we talked about are all completely wrong."
Holly sighed, "Marigold, sweetie. We've been over this. I don't think
we can do any more about your chest than we talked about. You're just
going to have to accept..."
Marigold waved her off, "No, mother. I was thinking about going in an
entirely different direction. Do you remember that dress you were
fingering at Nordstrom?"
Holly's brow creased, "The one you said would make some streetwalker
very happy?"
"Yeah," said Marigold, starting to peel an orange, "the silver one. How
do you think that design would look in gold?"
"I..." Holly was clearly at a loss for words. Before she could form
another word, Jonas came into the kitchen dressed for work. As if
welcoming Marigold into some secret conspiracy, Holly closed her mouth, put
on a mask of normalcy, and said, "Good morning, Jonas. Coffee should be
ready."
Marigold didn't get another chance that morning to talk to her mother
about her dress. It was probably just as well. What she had in mind
probably wouldn't shock Holly, but she was liable to protest if she thought
Jonas would object.
Her friend Jenna noticed her good mood as soon as she stepped into the
other girl's car to go to school.
"What the fuck do you have to be so cheerful about?" asked Jenna in her
usual abrupt style.
"Oh, nothing," said Marigold. "I was just talking with my mom about my
prom dress."
"So," asked Victoriya from the back seat, "you haven't said a word about
the dress yet. What's the big secret?"
"I don't know if there is a secret," said Marigold. "It's just that my
mother and I weren't seeing eye-to-eye on what the dress should look like
and I'm getting fitted today."
Natalya, also in the back seat, laughed, "I know what you mean. My
mother is all, 'You can't go backless. You need to wear a bra!' Just
because her tits droop does not mean that mine do."
"So," asked Jenna all-too-innocently, "who are you going with?"
Marigold looked at her, surprised, "Elliot, I assume. We've only been
going out forever."
There was silence in the car. Obviously, the other girls knew something
more than they were willing to say. . Before Marigold could formulate a
question, Jenna said, "Are you sure? Word is that Elliot is pretty pissed
at you right now."
Marigold tried to laugh, "Ah. Bad news travels fast but rumor and
innuendo travel at relativistic speeds."
The blank looks she got from the others told Marigold that she was
pushing her luck. All three were cheerleaders, Of the three, only Natalya
seemed liable to graduate in the top half of their classes. Giving any
indication to a cheerleader that you had retained anything from class was a
good way to get your popularity knocked down.
Marigold found that it didn't matter to her so much anymore. There was
no way she was going to remain popular and give Thule what he demanded
anyway. Heedless of the result, she said, "So, who's been spreading lies
about me? Brianne?"
"June Kane," said Victoriya. Jenna turned to glower at her.
Marigold laughed, "Same difference. What Brianne eats, June Kane
shits."
The double whammy of hearing Marigold speak heresy and profanity pretty
much killed any real conversation for the remainder of the ride to school.
When they reached the senior parking lot, Jenna and Natalya couldn't be
away fast enough, trotting up towards the steps. Victoriya just watched
them go, "What's their hurry?"
"They just figured out that I'm about to become social poison. They
want to be as far away from me as they can get before it happens."
"Ahh.." said Natalya thoughtfully. "Slow down a minute then, will ya?
I'm dying for a cigarette."
Marigold looked up the road to the front steps, "I should probably get
going. There's no reason for you to get dragged down with me."
Natalya waved her off, "Fuck that. If I've got to choose between a
couple of phony cunts like them and you, it's not a hard choice."
Marigold was a little bit stunned. She'd always thought of Natalya as a
quiet and reserved team player. Still, she persisted, "It's not just going
to be those two. It's going to be Brianne and June Kane too. And, with
them, everyone else."
Natalya seemed pensive as she lit her cigarette. Then, she asked, "So,
is it true?"
"What?"
"Are you fucking Thule Roemer?"
"No!" said Marigold automatically. Then, looking around herself to see
if anyone was within earshot, she added, "Well, not yet, anyway."
Natalya laughed, "Good for you."
"You're not repulsed?"
Natalya laughed hard, "God, no. Jealous, maybe. Amazed, certainly. I
thought you were Miss Christian priss."
"Things are..plicated," said Marigold. "Wait. Are you saying that
you would sleep with Thule?"
Natalya shook her head, "No. Not in high school. If I did, I might as
well pierce my eyebrow and stop washing my hair for all the popularity I
would have left. But, the boy is hot. I mean, the hair would probably
have to go and the clothes, but he's got kind of a Glen Danzig thing
going."
Marigold had no idea who Glen Danzig was, but didn't bother to ask.
Instead, she asked, "Are you saying you've got a thing for Thule?"
Natalya shook her head, "No, no, sweetie. I'm not after your man. I'm
just saying I admire your gumption for going for it." She took a long drag
on her cigarette, "The truth of it is that I just can't wait to get out of
this fucking berg with its gold-plated provincial attitude. I'm not going
away to college so that I can keep dying my hair, being a cheerleader, and
fucking socially acceptable guys."
It occurred to Marigold that she wouldn't have to face as much social
opprobrium if she weren't the only defector from Brianne's clique. She
said, "You know, there's only like six weeks left of school. If you've got
a thing for someone, you should just go for it. You may never get another
chance and it's not like Brianne can do much in the time we have left.
Natalya got a faraway look on her face then reached out with her
cigarette-free hand, placed it under Marigold's chin, and traced her
cheekbone with her thumb. The whole motion took less than a second, but it
made Marigold shiver.
"No, sweetie," she said sadly. "I really don't need the shitstorm.
And, I'm not as brave as you are."
Suddenly, Marigold didn't feel at all brave. Instead, she felt like a
complete fraud. Worse, in a moment of weakness, she'd used a friend to try
to bolster her own social situation--something that she promised herself
she would never do again. She felt absolutely worthless.
As she was trying to think of what to say next, Marigold saw Elliot
striding angrily towards her. Natalya saw it too and looked ready to
interpose herself between the two of them. Marigold whispered urgently to
her, "No. Go find Thule."
Elliot strode past Natalya as if she weren't there, his hand gripping
Marigold's arm bruisingly hard, "Come on."
Marigold tried to pull away from him, but found herself dragged along,
"Dammit, Elliot! What is your problem?"
"My problem?" Elliot sputtered. "It's all over the school that you're
dumping me for Bart Roemer. Why am I the last goddamned person to hear
about it?"
Marigold stared at him incredulously, "Elliot, where the hell did you
hear that?"
"I knew I never should have left the two of you alone in that office,"
Elliot snarled. "June Kane told me that Doug Foeller saw you two making
out in Roemer's rusty, piece-of-shit car."
"Doug Foeller's a goddamned liar," shouted Marigold. She was outraged.
Just because she was guilty of the general gist of the accusation didn't
mean that she was going to cop to a clear fabrication, "He gave me a ride
home--a completely innocent ride home."
"Dammit, Marigold," he shouted back. "I don't need this shit. I'm
under a lot of pressure this year and we're this close," he held up two
fingers with a tiny gap between them, "to going to the state championship.
I don't have time to deal with my girlfriend hanging around with some
dirtbag computer nerd. I don't want to hear about it happening again."
Marigold glared at Elliot and realized that any lingering affection she
might have for him was completely gone. She didn't even know who he was
anymore.
As children, they'd been best friends. Elliot had been calling her his
girlfriend since they were eight. But, he'd grown increasingly distant
over time. This year, she saw him maybe three or four times a week, rarely
more than ten minutes at a time. She'd complained about their lack of time
together last year. He'd made it sound like he stayed away for her sake.
Since then, it had gotten increasingly worse. Senior year, she hadn't
really had time for dating, but they'd gotten to the point where they
hardly spoke. And now, out of the blue, he'd tried to lay claim to her, to
his right to decide who she could associate with.
When she spoke, each word was clearly enunciated and laced with menace,
"Are...you...forbidding....me?" she asked.
"Yes," he shouted, "I can't have my girlfriend off gallivanting with
dirtbags."
Marigold was so angry, she started to actually see a red glow around
everything. She searched her mind for the most hurtful, personal thing she
could say to Elliot, thought of every secret she knew, every bit of
innuendo that she'd heard. And then she knew, "How do you think I feel?
Everybody feels sorry for me because they know my boyfriend would rather
fuck the quarterback than me?"
Elliot's arm shot out, catching her backhand across the face. Marigold
felt the faint, metallic tang of blood in her mouth. She screamed, mostly
in rage, but a little bit in triumph too. Until today, she'd always
allowed herself to believe that Elliot really was a nice, Christian boy and
that anything she did to displease him must be her own fault. Now, she saw
him for the snarling animal he really was. Her triumph was short-lived,
though, as his fingers latched around her throat. She was off her feet,
her back on the hood of a car, being slammed backwards repeatedly. She was
dimly aware of him screaming at her. Then, she was aware of nothing at
all.
It wasn't long until the world came sharply back into focus as the
pressure on her windpipe abruptly ceased. Pushing herself up on her
elbows, she saw Elliot being restrained by his coach and several of his
teammates as he continued to scream at her, "You fucking cunt whore. I'll
see you in hell, bitch." His face was beet red and his hair a mess.
She stood up unsteadily. Elliot slowly stopped struggling, courtesy of
a choke hold applied by the coach. He signified his submission and was
slowly released. As he stood, Marigold caught a meaningful glance passing
between Elliot and Ian Kelley. Shocked, she realized that she had not just
made Elliot angry, she had been right, even guessing which player Elliot
had a thing for. That Ian was Brianne's boyfriend only made the whole
thing funnier to her.
Randy Vandevoort was walking over to her, looking concerned, offering
her a hand up, when Marigold saw the parking lot side door of the gym burst
open and Thule come barreling out. He immediately ran towards Marigold,
worry etched heavily on his face. Elliot, who had been screened away from
Marigold had a clear path for Thule and took it. He blindsided Thule,
screaming incoherently. The impact was so strong that Thule was slammed
back into the glass door to the gym, which spiderwebbed.
Elliot rabbit-punched Thule hard in the gut. Thule, barely standing,
had the mental presence to stomp down hard on Elliot's insole, giving
himself a little bit of breathing room.
Marigold lost track of the action, then. The team scattered, most of
them running to pull Elliot off of Thule, the rest running to help her up.
"Are you all right?" Randy Vandevoort asked, giving her a hand up.
Marigold gingerly felt her neck and nodded, "I think so."
Randy took her chin in his hand and turned her head so he could see,
"That's going to be an ugly bruise, I'm afraid."
The gesture seemed frightening intimate. Marigold pulled away and
looked over his shoulder. She couldn't see what was happening with Thule.
He was surrounded by people. She did see Elliot being held away from the
crowd by a couple of defensive linemen, though, and breathed a sigh of
relief. Randy took a couple of steps past her and took inventory of what
she now realized was his car.
"Did I...?" she asked.
Randy looked back at her, "The hood will probably have to be replaced. I
wouldn't worry about it, though." He rubbed his hand along the finish, "If
you're feeling guilty, you can finally accept an invitation to one of my
parties as penance. I would consider us even."
"I, uh..." said Marigold. This close, she had to admit that Randy was
awfully handsome. Rumor was that he'd worked his way through most of the
girls at Mannsborough. For a moment, Marigold felt like a bird caught in a
cobra's glare.
"Marigold," Thule called out to her.
She ran to where he was holding himself upright by leaning on the black
iron railing. As she got close, Thule let go of the railing and staggered
towards her. Marigold threw her arms around him. The way they both
slumped into the embrace made her wonder who was holding who up.
"Are you all right?" Thule asked. "Did he hurt you badly?"
Marigold nodded. Thule, apparently finding her answer too ambiguous,
did a quick hands-on search of all her vital areas. Satisfied that she was
all right, he said, "Well, I suspect that you will have to engage in some
hickey-hiding measures for a few days, but you look okay."
Marigold's heart sank, "Hickey-hiding?"
The coach chose that moment to interrupt, "Thule, Marigold. I need to
go and talk to the team. But, I want to talk to you two as well. I really
appreciate if you would head over to the Spoon and wait for me there. I'll
cover breakfast and make sure you two are excused from your classes until
we can talk. Please, don't discuss this with anyone until we get a chance
to talk."
Thule nodded, "Sure, coach. I can do that for you." He put emphasis on
the last two words.
The coach nodded grimly, "You ever get a chance to run anymore, Bart?"
Thule gave a crooked half smile, "Not as often as I would like, coach."
The coach nodded remorsefully, then headed into the gym.
"Thule," asked Marigold as they got into his car. "What's the Spoon?"
Thule laughed, "It the diner all the kids go to when they want to skip
class--good food, cheap prices, and high booths that let you have a certain
degree of anonymity."
Marigold gave him an ironic stare, "And, just how do you know about this
place."
Thule chuckled, leaned across the seat, and kissed her on top of the
head, "Little flower, you may well be the only one at the whole school who
doesn't know about it."
Feeling his lips pressed reassuringly to her head, Marigold finally gave
in to the shock of what had just happened. She began crying and shaking.
Thule gathered her into his arms, stroking her long, blonde hair, kissing
her, and whispering her name comfortingly.
He held her until she stopped crying. As she felt him loosening the
clutch to break away, she said, "No, Thule. Please hold me some more.
I...I have something I want to say and I don't want to lose my nerve."
Thule pressed his forehead to hers so that their faces were mere inches
apart, "What is it, my tethered goddess."
"I just wanted to tell you that...Thule, I don't feel like what you're
doing to me is punishment. I...I like being with you. Please, don't send
me away at the end of summer, Thule. We're both going to school in
Boston..." She let her words trail off.
Thule looked at her a long time, his expression unreadable. When
Marigold couldn't pretend that he was just taking time to formulate his
answer, she tried to escape his arms. Reluctantly, he let her go.
"Marigold," he said flatly, his voice almost a monotone. "I'm not done
punishing you yet. You still have a lot to answer for. I'm going to do
things to you and make you do things that could well make you hate me.
Let's leave the question of Boston open until then."
Marigold nodded, fighting back another wave of tears. She had a feeling
in her gut that was part queasiness, part arousal, and part fear that came
from wondering what he had planned for her.
-=-
At the Spoon, over breakfast and tea, Marigold asked, "So, why did you
quit the track team?" The question that was really burning in her mind was,
"What are you going to make me do?" but she knew it would get no answer.
"Freshman year," he said between bites of sausage, "my parents got
divorced. My girlfriend, Maya, had some trouble and moved away. I
couldn't handle it all and run track."
Marigold shook her head. Deliberately steering the conversation away
from any discussion of Maya, she said, "I still can't imagine you as a
jock."
"I never fit in well with the culture," he said, drizzling syrup on his
pancakes. "I was on the track team and a kicker for the football team.
But, I was already known for my grades and my computer acumen, so I never
really got much acceptance. The jocks tolerated me because I was good at
the sports I played. None of the others entirely trusted me because I was
a jock. It wasn't hard to give up."
"Do you think you might run again in college?"
Thule shook his head, "MIT doesn't leave much time to be on a track
team."
"It's definitely MIT then?"
"If the financing comes in," Thule answered. "I've got enough put away
for almost two years. I've got a few irons in the fire to try to raise the
rest."
The front door opened admitting the coach. Thule stood and waved him
over. As he sat down, Marigold slid around until her thigh was pressed up
against Thule's.
"I'm glad you two agreed to see me," said the coach. "I want to make a
deal with you."
Thule didn't put his fork down, "I'm listening."
"I don't know what happened back there," said the coach, "but I think we
would all be best served if this whole thing stayed under wraps. You know
how the damned administration is. If they get wind of this, they'll end up
taking action against everyone involved. I'm under a lot of pressure to
bring the team to states this year. And, I'm sure you two don't want to be
suspended over your involvement in this little dust-up."
Thule cut a neat triangle out of the edge of his stack of pancakes,
shook it free of excess syrup, and popped it in his mouth. He chewed
slowly and deliberately. The process went on long enough that Marigold
felt she should say something to fill the gap. As she shifted to speak,
Thule kicked her gently underneath the table.
"I don't know," he said lazily. "I could use a few days off. I've
already got my acceptance letters. It doesn't seem like I'm getting much
out of the deal."
"Does your girlfriend feel the same way?"
"My girlfriend," Thule put heavy emphasis on the word, "would like to
see the cocksucker in jail. He just tried to kill her."
Marigold felt a little frisson at being called Thule's girlfriend.
The coach raised his hands, "I really don't think it's necessary to
bring the cops into this. You know, you may have done permanent damage
when you kicked Elliot."
Thule took a quick sip of coffee, "I'm sure it will be a great loss to
the team if Elliot's dick doesn't work any more. On the plus side, I
didn't touch that purty mouth of his."
"Christ on a cracker, Bart," the coach said explosively. "Don't fuck
with me. If you want something, spit it out."
Thule counted off on his thumb, "Jenny Collins."
The coach looked a little stunned, "Should I know that name?"
"Who's fucking with who now, coach? I want all the information you
gathered on her."
"I don't have much."
"Fair enough. I also want what you have on Sarita Malloy."
The coach paled, "Christ, Bart. What are you after?"
Thule shook his head in the negative, "That's my business. Those are my
terms."
The coach stared at Thule. His eyes flickered to Marigold to see if he
had any support there. She kept her expression cautiously neutral.
Finally, he said, "One condition. Whatever you're going to do with this
information, you wait until after the state championships to do it."
Thule shook his head, "That's too late. I can give you until the team
qualifies for state."
The coach sighed, "You're not making this easy for me, Bart."
"You?" Thule's laugh was not kind. "I've spent four years in the monkey
house with these animals. Half the Mannsborough PD is made up of your
little thugs who never should have made it out of high school with a
record. Do you think these guys become angels because they get out of high
school?"
"All right," said the coach, sounding defeated. "I've got a folder in
my office. It covers all of my investigations. There's more going on here
than you know about. I'll give you a copy of everything. Just, don't use
it until the state championships."
Thule gave the coach a suspicious look, "Tell me what I don't know."
The coach leaned in to speak lower, "From what I was able to determine,
Jenny Collins was up at Vandevoort's house for a week before the party
where...things went really bad. It was Vandevoort who pulled that Malloy
girl into the locker room after the Fort Benningsworth game. His father
paid off both girls big time. When Greg Walters got busted for coke, he
took the fall for Vandevoort. And, there was an incident on Block Island
last summer that I don't have a lot of details on."
He turned to Marigold to address her, "Your suspicions about Elliot
aren't one hundred percent right. I've heard things, but he was bragging
to the team about this girl he shared with Randy Vandevoort on Block Island
and the things they made her do. Truth be told, I'm glad you're rid of
him. I don't know what his damage is, but he doesn't seem to like women
much."
"Thank you, Coach Wiley," said Marigold quietly.
"Is that enough?" asked the coach. There are a half dozen more minor
incidents. If I give you the file, will you wait until after the
championship?"
Thule said immediately, "A lot of the team is going to be pretty pissed
about what happened today. I want you to make it clear in no uncertain
terms that Mari and I are off limits. Anybody so much as breathes on us
wrong and our deal is null and void."
"Already done," said the coach. "I can't vouch for Elliot, but the rest
of the team will do what I tell them."
Thule nodded, "All right. Get your file. We'll wait here." As the
coach began to rise, he added, "One last thing."
The coach gave Thule a look of supplication.
"Clear it with the school nurse. Mari and I went home today. We were
sick or something. There are some things we need to do."
-=-
Marigold felt numb.
"I can't believe all those things are going on in Mannsborough," she
said to Thule as he drove towards his house. "I never heard about any of
it. I knew Jenny Collins. She moved really suddenly, supposedly because
her dad lost his job."
"There are some very powerful people in this town, little flower," said
Thule. "Some of them do bad things with their power, like putting it at
the disposal of their children. Children are monsters by nature."
Marigold fell silent. When Thule looked over again, tears were rolling
down her cheeks.
"Mari, what's the matter?"
"Thule," she asked quietly. "What's wrong with me?"
"What do you mean?"
"First, I assumed Elliot just didn't like sex. Then, I thought you must
be right and he was gay. Now, I hear that he was fucking some other girl
on Block Island when I thought he was at football camp. Why, in the last
five years, hasn't he even tried to touch me?"
Thule pulled into his driveway, then turned to look at her, "Do you
really want my theory?"
Marigold nodded.
"Would you have let him share you with Randy Vandevoort?"
Marigold glared at him, "Of course not."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm not a whore."
Thule raised an eyebrow ironically at her. Marigold blushed. Before
she could amend her statement, Thule said, "To Elliot, you've always been a
nice, Christian girl--the girl he was going to marry. He had something
specific in mind that you just weren't the right girl for."
"He fucked around behind my back because he had too much respect for me
not to?"
"Do you have a better theory?"
Marigold didn't, so she let Thule lead her inside, into the kitchen.
"Take off your shirt. Leave your bra on." His voice had the tone of
easy command again.
Marigold looked at him, alarmed, "Leave my bra on?"
Thule seemed to catch her meaning, "Marigold, I love your breasts. If
we have time later, I may fuck them. Right now, I want to help you clean
up those bruises before they get really ugly."
Marigold picked up the toaster to look at her reflection. Elliot's
fingers had left a set of angry red marks at her throat that were starting
to darken to purple. She muttered an invective.
Thule smiled at her, "Have a seat. We'll see what we can do about
that."
As Thule peeled, sliced, and soaked potatoes, they talked about
inconsequential matters. Marigold was amazed at how happy she felt just
being there in Thule's house, chatting with him. For a while, she
completely forgot that he had blackmailed her to get her here.
For an hour, Thule took rags, dipped them in the potato water, and
applied them to Marigold's neck. When he announced he was finished,
Marigold looked at her reflection again. The bruises had already faded to
brown and yellow.
"Now, they really do look like hickeys," announced Thule. "They should
fade in a couple of days."
"Thank you, Thule."
"You're welcome," said Thule mildly. Then, his tone of voice changed,
"Now. Come into my bedroom."
Marigold quavered at the tone of command. She rose and followed him
through the living room. As she did, she took stock of her surroundings.
The house was not as small as she expected it to be. It was kept
meticulously neat. The only thing that made it seem at all cramped were
the bookshelves covering every available wall and overflowing into stacks
on the floor next to them.
"Watch your step," Thule said as he led Marigold into his room. The
curtains were drawn in here and it took a moment for her eyes to adjust to
the darkness. When they did, she realized that, interspersed with the
books were more than a dozen computers of a bewildering variety. Monitors
flickered in every corner of the room and one wall was completely taken up
with electronics.
"What do you need with all of these computers?" she asked.
"Each one has its use," he answered cryptically. "As I upgrade, I
rarely want to decommission what I've been doing before, so they sort of
accumulate." As he spoke, he picked up a digital camera from his desk, "Put
your shirt back on and get on the bed," he ordered.
Marigold looked alarmed, "Are you going to take pictures?"
"Yes."
"Are you going to show them to anyone?"
"Probably...eventually"
Marigold hesitated, started to argue.
"All right," Thule said, as if relenting. "Why don't I take you home,
then?"
"What?" Marigold asked, "Why?"
"You don't seem to want to live up to your end of the bargain. I should
take you home."
"I'll do whatever you want, Thule," she whispered> "But, please, no
pictures."
Thule shrugged, "No pictures, then. Let's get you home."
"No," Marigold said, panic rising in her chest, "Please. It's okay.
Take all the pictures you want."
She burned with embarrent as Thule ordered her to take her clothes
off one by one. Once she was naked, he made her assume a number of poses,
some of which brought tears of shame to her eyes. There was nothing
merciful or loving about Thule now. Marigold felt like a complete whore.
But, as time went by, she came to accept that what she was doing was under
duress. She wasn't a whore. Thule ordered her to behave like a whore and
she was forced to comply. That realization made the process much easier.
It made the process more than easier. Marigold found herself starting
to enjoy the process. She primped. She twisted to get her best angle.
She smiled genuinely for the camera. She was really beginning to enjoy the
freedom of being forced to behave like a whore when Thule said, "Put your
fingers between your legs and touch yourself."
"No!" she said involuntarily. Thule frowned at her and didn't speak.
Marigold knew that arguing would do no good. All he would do was agree and
offer to take her home. Instead, she said, "I don't think I can get
aroused like this. It's too awkward."
Reaching into his closet, Thule pulled out a tripod with a video camera
on it, "Leave that to me." He came over and sat behind her, spreading his
legs so that Marigold could sit between them. His hands reached up around
her and gently cupped her breasts, fondling and stroking them. He kissed
the side of her neck with no marks on it. Marigold shivered and moaned a
little.
"Touch yourself," he whispered. Marigold obeyed, but the pleasure had
drained away into embarrent again. His hands on her failed to elicit
more than a tepid response. Then, he leaned forward and began to explain,
in great detail, what he was going to do to her, what he had done to her
already, and the myriad possibilities of what he could make her do if he
wanted. Marigold closed her eyes and continued to touch herself, soon
forgetting the camera, forgetting that it was wrong to enjoy it so much,
spiraling into pleasure from his touch, his warm breath, and his words.
"I could share you with Randy Vandevoort," Thule growled in her ear,
"his cock in your sweet, innocent pussy, mine ramming in and out of your
ass."
Marigold wanted to protest, but the image hit her solidly between the
eyes. She came, hard, unable to control or slow the pleasure, even as she
stopped touching herself. She started to cry at the depths of her own
depravity. Thule may be forcing her to masturbate for the camera, but the
reaction to his words had been all hers. He knelt up onto his knees behind
her, holding her chin with one hand, unzipping his pants with the other.
Marigold tried to turn to suck his cock, but he held her in place, not
letting go of her chin. Instead, he rubbed his swollen organ in her hair,
trailed it down her spine. She moaned at the feel of it, absurdly erotic.
When it got to be over her tailbone, he pushed her down on her face. She
sprawled in front of him. He mounted her, slapping the backs and insides
of her thighs with his cock. Then, he rubbed it against the lips of her
pussy, not entering her, only teasing her. She moaned at the pleasure and
frustration of it. She felt his precum and her juices mixing.
Marigold tried to position herself in such a way that he would slide
into her, but he had her completely pinned. She could only squirm, which
seemed to turn them both on all the more, as did her squeals of protest.
Then, he took his cock and pressed it against the other entrance to her
flesh. Even pinned under his superior weight, Marigold made a good show of
struggling against it. But, he pushed a small fraction of the head into
her, holding her open. The pain was exquisite, tinged with pleasure. She
shuddered and thrashed.
"Stop fighting it," Thule growled. She complied out of instinct now.
"I own you," he purred in her ear, "If I want to fuck your tight, tiny
little asshole right here and now, it's my right. Don't you agree?"
Marigold closed her eyes, said a little, silent prayer. Still, he was
there, unrelenting. She nodded her head, "Yes," she whispered, "I'm your
tethered goddess. Rape me. Shame me. Kill me if you want. I belong to
you."
Thule chuckled throatily against her ear and drove his cock against her
so that Marigold now gripped the whole of it with her sphincter. She
trembled with the effort of not fighting against him as he pulled out, then
drove the head back in again, but only the head. Marigold moaned at her
helplessness. There was too much pain and fear involved for her to come or
even for the pleasure to become dominant.
Thule pulled away, "Lay on your back," he ordered, "with your legs
towards the camera. Touch yourself."
Marigold obeyed unquestioningly now, stroking herself to greater heights
of pleasure. Compared to being sodomized in front of the camera, there was
hardly any shame in this at all. Soon, she was moaning and trembling.
"Don't stop," Thule said as he straddled her stomach. He took his cock
and placed it between her breasts, holding them together with his hands.
Marigold realized that Thule was carrying out his earlier threat to fuck
her tits. It felt good, but also absurd. Once Marigold got the image of
what they were doing in her mind's eye, she started giggling. She couldn't
stop herself. Thule glared down at her, but that just made it worse. Now,
the giggles had turned into guffaws, shaking her whole ribcage. She was
afraid that Thule would be really angry. But, a moment later, he was
laughing too. He rolled over onto his back, drawing her into his arms,
still chuckling.
"I'm sorry," Marigold gasped, "it just seemed so silly."
Thule hugged her and kissed the top of her head, "It is silly. I'd just
never done it before. I thought I'd give it a try, but you're right."
Marigold hugged him back, pressing her face into the curly hair on his
chest, reveling in the hard lines of his chest and the scent of him.
"Thule," she asked him earnestly, her hand snaking down to wrap around
his cock. "Can I suck it, please?"
"Yes," said Thule, still chuckling. "I think you'd better."
Marigold followed her hand down his body, rubbing her stomach, her
diaphragm, her cleavage over the end of his cock as she went. Thule moaned
and arched his back as she went. Marigold smiled at being in control
again. With little, catlike licks, she began to cover the whole cock.
Thule moaned harder and thrashed a little. She began sucking the end of
it, licking it at the same time. Thule was making animal noises now.
Marigold took most of it into her mouth now, licking and sucking, working
up and down the shaft. It seemed like a long time before he came this
time, but Marigold reveled in the sounds she was able to elicit from him.
Finally, Thule grabbed the back of her head, drove his cock into her
throat, and came in great gouts. After Marigold had licked him clean, she
lay back on the bed, smiling to herself, no longer caring that the camera
ran.
-=-
By the time Thule pulled up outside her house, Marigold could see that
the bruises on her neck had faded even more than before. But, they were
still quite visible and still very definitely finger shaped. Looking in
the mirror on her visor, she felt herself starting to hyperventilate,
"Thule, the bruises are still there."
Thule looked at her, annoyance flickering over his features, "Of course
they're still there. It's potato water, not magical hickey-be-gone juice."
"It's not a hickey," Marigold answered emphatically, "Thule, do you know
what kind of girls get hickeys?"
"Are they better or worse girls than the ones whose closet-case
boyfriends try to strangle them to death?"
Marigold felt herself starting to get angry. Strangely, she still
wanted to defend Elliot against accusations of homosexuality. Changing
directions mid-thought, the best she could come up with was, "Yes!"
Thule raised his eyebrow in a look that Marigold now recognized as
sardonic amusement, "Why?"
"I," Marigold felt herself getting flustered, "It's because...I don't
know," she blurted, "Maybe they're not. Forget I said anything."
"No," said Thule, "I want to explore this line of thought a bit further.
Why are girls who get hickeys so bad?"
"Please, Thule," Marigold whispered. "My parents are going to start
wondering why I'm spending so much time in the car with you."
"Your parents don't come to the window when you get home from school.
You told me yourself. Of course, if you're really worried, you should
answer quickly."
"I..." she realized that further protest wouldn't help and would just
prolong things, "It's cheap."
"Slutty?" Thule asked. She nodded.
"Would you say that girls who get hickeys are whores?"
"Thule, what are you getting at?" Marigold asked, annoyed. Thule didn't
answer, just stared her down. Forced to go on, she said, "I guess."
"So," he asked, "What are you?"
"What?"
"How are you better than them?"
"I...I've been forced."
"Forced?"
"Coerced, then. I'm not doing it by choice. I'm being blackmailed."
"So, you're not a whore?"
"No. I'm more like a....prisoner."
"Really?" There was a coldness in his voice that made her shiver.
"Didn't you tell me earlier today that you enjoyed what I do to you and
didn't really think of it as punishment?"
Marigold felt trapped, "What you make me do makes me feel dirty..."
"Dirty?" Thule asked. She nodded.
"Like a whore?" His voice a rasp now. Marigold nodded again.
"So, you're just a good, Christian girl who wants to be with a man who
makes her feel like a whore even though she's not a whore because she's
forced?"
"Well," she said, smiling a little, "When you put it that way, it sounds
ridiculous."
"My little flower, what is a whore?"
Marigold started crying now, trying to formulate an answer that would
end the questioning. Mercifully, he answered his own question, "A whore is
someone who has sex so that she can get something out of it, like money.
Would you agree?"
She nodded.
"And why do you let me do the things I do to you?" The question hit her
like a splash of cold water. Her eyes flew open and she stared at him.
His eyes were cold and probing.
"What do you want me to say, Thule? That I'm a whore."
"I want you to tell me the truth."
"Do you want me to be a whore?" she asked, her voice rising a little.
"I can't make you a whore." He answered simply
She started crying freely now, tears rolling down her cheeks. Thule
reached out his arms, wrapping them around her, drawing her in. She clung
to him miserably.
"Thule," she asked, "Why do you want me to be a whore?"
She didn't expect an answer, but he kissed the top of her head,
"Because, little flower, until you accept that you are a whore, you'll
never accept that you're my whore."
She trembled against him, "I think I'm falling in love with you, Thule."
He pet her hair, "I thought you hated me."
She nodded against his chest, "That too."
He held her for a long time. Finally, he said, "They're going to start
wondering what we're doing out here."
Part of Marigold wanted to say to "let them," wanted the whole
masquerade to be over, to acknowledge what was going on. Let them throw
her out, refuse to pay for college. She'd....well, she didn't know what
she'd do, but she'd figure out something. Thule would take care of her.
Instead, she detatched herself and began to clean up. In the past few
days, she'd gotten very adept at hiding the ravages of strong emotion and
its effects on her body.
As she was reapplying her makeup, she asked, "Thule, what am I going to
tell my parents about the marks on my neck?"
"Tell them the truth," he shrugged, "Not all of it, of course. But,
tell them that Elliot got jealous of you spending time with your friends
and got so mad that he choked you."
"But, they love Elliot. They'll never believe me."
"Marigold, Jonas may be a bit of a Bible-thumper, but he's also a very
smart guy. He can't be completely blind to Elliot's flaws, even if you
were. Remember. They love you, too. Sell it to them and they'll believe
it."
She looked at him. Her face was all made up again. Except for a light
flush under her tanned skin, no one would guess she had just been crying.
"Thule," she asked, her voice quavering, "Call me a whore again."
To her surprise, he didn't ask questions. He just leaned his head near
hers. His voice was hot on her ear, "You're a whore," he growled, "a
filthy, slutty whore. You love what I do to you and beg for more."
She nodded. Her whole body had tensed up when he said it, shaking in
the intensity of the conflicting emotions that she felt. She thought about
it. She was a whore. Thule could torment her, rape her, and degrade her
and she would just come crawling back for more. Fat tears started rolling
down her cheeks.
"Hey," said Thule, "You're messing up your makeup again."
"I know," she whispered and pulled away. Dabbing ineffectually at her
face, she asked, "How do I look?"
"A mess," said Thule.
"Good," she said bouncily. Then, while his mouth was still hanging open
with surprise, she leaned in to kiss him, hard on the mouth and, before he
could recover, was out of the car and up the path.
-=-
Marigold paused at the door. Reflected in the outer glass, her eyes
were red-rimmed, puffy, and freshly smeared. Her cheeks were flushed.
Only her hair was too neat. She pulled a few, choice strands out of place,
took a deep breath, and went inside.
"Oh, good," Holly said when the door opened, "You're home on time."
"Hi," Marigold said shyly, holding her head forward so that her hair
covered her face and neck, "I'll be right back." She accelerated towards
the steps going upstairs.
"Marigold," asked Jonas sounding alarmed, "Is something wrong."
"No," she said. While she doubted she would be able to cry on cue, she
was pleased to hear her voice crack in the middle of the word.
"Marigold," Jonas said, concern in his voice now. Marigold broke for
the stairs now, running up them to her room, then slamming the door, which
flew back open from the impact. She slammed it again and threw herself
face down on her bed.
"I'm a whore," she thought to herself, "A dirty whore. I love what
Thule does to me." To her horror, she didn't start crying as she expected,
but grinned broadly.
Casting about for something to think about that could make her cry, she
settled on, "I'm never going to be able to marry Elliot. He's in love with
Ian Kelley." Now, instead of crying, she started laughing silently, her
whole body shaking with barely contained mirth.
She felt weight on the bed. Jonas put his hands on her shoulders,
"Marigold," he said gently, "why are you crying?"
She managed to calm herself before she started laughing out loud and
blew her cover, "I'm not crying," she said desperately.
Jonas pulled her into a hug, wrapping his arms around her from behind.
She felt a deep pang of shame. He was not a physically demonstrative man.
She felt awful about getting such a strong response through deception.
"What happened," Jonas asked. "Please, Marigold. You can tell me."
Marigold took a deep breath, "I found out today that when Elliot said he
was at football camp last year, he was really on Block Island with Randy
Vandevoort. And, I found out the two of them had sex with some slut and we
got in a big fight and he tried to strangle me." The words all came out in
a rush. Strictly speaking, they were all true. She turned to face him,
making sure he could see the marks on her neck.
Jonas didn't speak for what seemed like a long time. Finally, he said
in a low voice, "I'll kill him."
Marigold could not have been more shocked. Her mellow, Christian,
milquetoast stepfather had stepped so far out of character, she would have
been less surprised to see Mr. Rogers slap a child. "Sir," she said,
stunned and somewhat stern.
Jonas closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. A groan of frustration
came from behind his hands.
"Sorry, Pumpkin," he said, "I lost myself there for a moment. Of
course, that's not the Christian thing to say...or do. I just need a
second."
He sat for a moment and bowed his head, mouthing a silent prayer.
Finally, he said, "Did the school expel him?"
"No," said Marigold, already anticipating the next question, "The
administration doesn't know."
"Why not?" asked Jonas.
"Thule came to my rescue," she said, stretching the truth near the point
of breaking. "He hurt Elliot pretty bad. If the administration started
handing out expulsions, they might expel him too. And, he's worked so hard
and been accepted to MIT."
Jonas gave her a hard, appraising look, "It sounds like you took my
advice and started spending more time with Bartholemew."
Marigold nodded, afraid her voice might betray her, "I think I might
even be able to get him to come to church."
Jonas chuckled, "I thought the same thing for years. But, maybe being
asked by a pretty girl will help."
Marigold's smile was genuine. It was the first time she'd ever heard
Jonas call her pretty.
"All right," Jonas said with a harsh chuckle. "You and Bartholemew
graduate and go to the colleges you've worked so hard for. In the mean
time, I'll try to find it in my heart to forgive Elliot. If I can't
forgive him by graduation," his eyes grew steely and intense, "then I'll
kill him."
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I was still confused and even angry, but I couldn't stand for her to be
in tears. I rose up enough to wrap my arms around her and held her to me
while she calmed down. The girls came in after a few minutes and Kelly
wondered why her mother was upset. Donna told her not to worry about it
now and we all would sit down and talk later. We had a nice, if subdued
dinner and the women headed toward home with the promise that I would visit
there tomorrow.
I tried to sleep that night, but the events of the day were running
through my head. I rejoiced in the idea that Donna seemed to still care
for me. Having a daughter was another thing all together. MY daughter. I
could get used to that. At the same, I deeply regretted all the years that
I had missed watching her grow up. It would have made my life complete to
have had someone to come home to. Maybe I wouldn't have been as
successful, but it would have made it worth it. I drifted off in the early
hours of the morning still trying to decide how this would turn out.
After waking shortly after dawn, I grabbed some coffee and called down
to have a car waiting in an hour or so. By the time I was ready, the desk
called telling me that everything was taken care of. I left a message for
my secretary and my manager telling them where I would be and that I was
not sure when I would be coming back into the city.
The long drive gave me more time to think and I finally decided just to
see how things would go from here. The local radio stations were talking
about the concert and the surprise guest from my first band. There was
talk of it being a staged event, since I had been born around here. I used
my cell to call the station and once they believed me that I was really
Jason Daniels, I explained that I had indeed invited the woman and her
daughter to the concert, but that her coming on stage had not been planned.
In order to prove it, I promised to come to the station in person to verify
all this.
This distracted me long enough to make it to the small town where we had
grown up. I called Donna to make sure they were up before I got there.
She was, but the girls were still in bed. I stopped and picked up some
Danish for breakfast then pulled up to her house.
Donna opened the door dressed in a robe. She had apparently taken a
shower since her hair was wet, but I could tell from her face that she had
not slept much either. We went to the dining room, sitting in the same
spot that I had been in just a couple days before.
As soon as we had settled in, I reached over and took Donna's hand. "I
figure that we both have been tossing this around all night. Just let me
say what I need to and then we can go from there."
She agreed so I began. "Last night I was still in a state of shock
about finding out that I had a child. I was also really pissed that I have
missed so much as she grew up. But I also know that it was not your doing,
but that of your parents. I am not sure why you didn't contact me earlier
though. Anyway, there is nothing we can do about that now. I know that I
want to have a part in Kelly's life if she wants me to. And if you want
it, I want to be back into your life as well. The thing is Donna, I don't
think I ever stopped loving you. I put it in the back of my mind when I
didn't hear from you, but it has always been there."
Donna was almost in tears when I said I still loved her. She pulled
herself together though and answered me. "I never fell out of love with
you. Even when I was married to Arthur, it was you I was dreaming about.
When we had sex, it was you that I would think of. That may have been part
of the reason for the divorce. As far as you taking a part in Kelly's
life, I would love to have you do that. She will have to make up her own
mind. But knowing how she idolizes you, I can't see why she wouldn't want
to hang out with her father."
We heard a sleepy voice behind us. "Jason, what are you doing here so
early? I must look like a mess! And do you know something about my dad?
Grandma and Grandpa wouldn't let me find out who he was. Can I meet him
soon? That would be almost as good as meeting you!" She was going a mile a
minute. It was really cute to see her with her hair all messed up, her
eyes still showing signs of sleep, but the words were just pouring out. I
wondered if she was always like that and I wanted to find out soon.
"Calm down a bit, Kel," her mother told her. "You sit down and I'll get
you a glass of juice." Then to me she said. "Kelly hates coffee, always
has."
"Mom, why would he care about something like that?" I could see her face
getting red. Donna just chuckled.
"As soon as you are awake, Jason and I want to talk to you."
"I am awake enough now, especially since it has something to do with my
dad."
Donna took over then. "You know that your father was my high school
sweetheart. You also know that he left before you were born. What you
don't know is that he never knew I was pregnant. Your grandparents
wouldn't let me tell him, and after a couple of years his career took off,
making him very successful. That was about the time I married Arthur.
After that we were doing fine and I decided it was easier to let the matter
lay rather than rehashing the entire thing with your grandparents. Then
you wrote to Jase and the whole thing came to the surface."
Kelly turned to me. I came around the table and knelt down beside her.
"Kelly, there is no easy to say this, but last night your mother told me
that I am your father." Her eyes got huge and she started to tremble. "You
have to believe me -- if I had known, I would have been here with you. The
big question is; do you want me in your life?"
She finally found her voice, at least in part. "You're... I mean...
Jason Daniels is my dad?" With each word her voice rose in pitch. Suddenly
she bolted from the chair and ran into her room. I was shocked, and Donna
looked concerned as well.
Donna decided to go up and talk to her. I went into the kitchen and
poured myself another cup of coffee. I tried reading a magazine that was
lying on the counter, but it was one of Kelly's and I was in no mood to
read about myself paired with whatever blonde bombshell was popular this
week. At 34, the girls and women that were interested in the intimate
details of my life still amazed me. This would be something that I would
have to bring up to Donna and Kelly as well. Just another complication in
an already complicated situation.
After what seemed like hours, Donna came back down. She had talked to
Kelly in the master bedroom since Chrissie was still asleep in Kelly's
room. Donna got her over the shock and assured Kelly that it wasn't lack of
interest that I had never contacted either one of them. She was feeling
better when Donna left and she would be down as soon as she cleaned up a
bit.
Donna then grinned. "You know what her biggest problem was at the end?
She told me that she felt weird that she had been getting herself off to
images of you for a couple of years. Now she finds out that she has been
masturbating to thoughts of her father."
That kind of shocked me, but I could also see the humor of it all. We
were still chuckling when Kelly came down. She had washed her face and her
hair was all brushed back. She came over and stood beside me. "I am sorry
that I ran out. I was shocked and confused. Mom told me all about how you
two were in love in high school and how everything happened." She took a
deep breath. "Would it be alright if I called you Daddy?"
With tears in my own eyes I told her, "I would love that. I am very
proud to be 'Daddy' to such a wonderful girl as you."
She then did something that completely melted my heart. She bent down
and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I returned her hug and then
squeezed her even tighter when she whispered in my ear, "I'm so glad you
came back."
Our embrace ended with noises coming from upstairs that signaled that
Chrissie was up and moving around. Kelly turned to look up the stairs. "I
can't wait to tell Chrissie who you really are. She is just going to die!"
Then she got serious. "Is it alright to tell her? Do you want to keep
this a secret?"
This girl was surprising in how quick she was. "I don't care who knows
it. I will have to handle my manager, but as far as I am concerned, I
don't care. I do want to talk to you both on how much you want to be in
the spotlight, but that can wait for a day or so."
"Great!" Then she turned toward the stairs. I could see a twinkle in
her eyes as she shouted out, "Chrissie! Get your butt down here and meet
my dad!"
We heard her bare feet on the steps and Chrissie's voice before she made
it around the corner. "You mean your dad's here? When did he tell ... "
Chrissie stopped in midsentence as she rounded the corner.
"Chrissie, meet my dad, Jason Daniels. Dad, this is Chrissie, but you
knew that."
Chrissie, for her part, was doing a wonderful imitation of a fish. Her
mouth was moving but no sound was coming out. She also looked like she
couldn't move, so Kelly went over and helped her into a chair.
As Donna fixed some brunch, Kelly explained how this had all come about.
By the time that Chrissie's parents arrived to pick her up, she had agreed
to not spread the news. She went home still giddy though.
I called my manager and said that we had some things that had to be
discussed immediately. Each of the women packed an overnight case and we
were soon headed back to the city. We checked into my favorite hotel and I
got my usual room. The suite contained a bedroom on each side and a
sitting room separating them, three rooms total. Donna and Kelly took the
room opposite of mine. Edgar, my manager, showed up as they were settling
in. The girls joined us and I started the conversation.
"Edgar, this is Donna, who is now known as a member of my first band.
And this is Kelly, her daughter. What you don't know and neither does the
public, is that Kelly is my daughter as well." It was to his credit that he
handled the shock well. He stood and shook hands with both women. Edgar
thought for a few minutes and said, "I can see some problems with the
tabloids, but even fewer from your fans." He looked over at Kelly. "The
worst will be for you. They will try and dig into your past for anything
that could cause embarrent to either Jason or you and your mom. Can
you think of anything that could cause problems?"
Donna started to get angry. "Kelly has never been in any trouble, not
even in school. She gets all A's and B's and is in band and the school
paper. She isn't the most popular girl in school, but she has guys ask her
out."
Before she could get going again, I put my hand on her arm. "Donna,
Edgar is asking for a good reason. Those bastards are ruthless. If Kelly
had ever been caught smoking, they would try and make it out that she is a
drug addict and it is my fault for 'abandoning' you both to pursue my
career. They will try and dig out anything they can. He can help smooth
it out for both of you."
"Alright, I understand. We're just not used to this kind of attention."
Edgar smiled at them both. "Let me see what I can do to take the
pressure off you both for as long as I can. Since nobody else knows yet,
it will give you all a chance to get to know each other better. Good thing
you are finished with the tour."
We took some time to figure out some future dates to promote the
upcoming album, but the names and dates were left open until closer to the
album's release date. After we finished making some decisions, Edgar left
to give us some time alone. Kelly was interested in the pre-edit footage
of the concert that had been delivered earlier, so she stayed in the common
room to use the equipment. Donna and I moved to my bedroom to talk.
I closed the door and turned to see Donna lean back on the side of the
bed. I rubbed the back of my neck and finally spoke. "Kelly seems to be
doing well with the news, but what about you?" She looked questioningly at
me. "You have done a wonderful job of raising Kelly, and I don't want to
interfere with that. But I thought about it all night and I want to be
part of her life. Of course that means I will be part of your life as
well."
"Jase, I would love to have you be part of Kelly's life. For years on
end I know that she has dreamed of having a father. I don't want you to
feel financially obligated; I never wanted that. But if you could just
love her as your daughter, I am sure that would be more than enough."
"But what about me being around more now? Will that put a cramp in your
social life?"
She started chuckling. "Social life? I haven't been on more than a
couple of dates since the divorce. I could never find anyone that
interested me that would accept the burden of a young child. You can't put
a cramp in something that doesn't exist."
"Do you think you would want the social life of a rock star?"
"Jase, are you asking me to work with you again?"
"Actually Donna, I am thinking of a more permanent arrangement. But if
you want, we can start over and see if we still fit together. I don't want
to lose you again."
By this time I had moved next to her on the bed. She sat back up and
hugged me fiercely around the neck. "Jason Murphy Daniels, are you asking
me to marry you?"
"It wasn't exactly the best way to put it, but yeah, I am."
"I will probably say yes, but how about if we just start from here and
see how it develops between us? We are both different than we were back
then. Maybe we should see if we are still meant to be together."
It wasn't all that I had hoped for, but it would be more than enough for
now. I lifted her chin with my fingertips and gently kissed her. She
returned the kiss with passion and we were soon making out like we had done
in high school.
Before we started losing clothing though, Donna pulled back. "I really
don't think we have time right now to do this properly, especially since
our daughter is probably about finished watching the tapes. But later
tonight I would like to finish what we started."
I reluctantly released my grip on her waist. "You're probably right,
but it's hard to stop."
She looked down at the crotch of my jeans. "Yeah, you're right. It
looks hard, that's for sure."
I laughed with her and then whispered in her ear, "You'll find out later
just how hard it is, you little tease."
"I'm looking forward to that." She giggled as she got her clothing
straightened out. As soon as the bulge in my pants softened a bit, we went
back out to see about Kelly.
We walked out to see Kelly still sitting in front of the monitor. She
was rewinding the tape and watching the part where her mother and I were
singing together. Donna cleared her throat to get her attention. "Mom! I
never knew you could sing that well. You're great!"
"Kelly, your mother is one of the finest vocalists and keyboardists I
have ever worked with. She could bring out emotion in a song that would
make the crowds stand in awe. And didn't I hear earlier that you are in
band?"
"Yeah, but I'm not as good as Mom is. She taught me the organ and piano
and I play the flute in the marching band. I'm what you would call a 'band
geek' in school."
Donna then spoke up, "Don't sell yourself short, honey. Who was it that
has won the school's talent show three years running? And who was asked to
be soloist in the AllState student orchestra?"
Kelly's face was red from embarrent and she was doing an intense
study of the tops of her shoes. "Okay. I do pretty well against the
student body, but I am not up to the caliber that Jas... err, that Daddy is
used to."
It was really nice to hear Kelly use that word in reference to me, but I
also knew it would take a bit for her to get used to having a father. I
was determined to make her as comfortable with me as soon as I could.
"I am willing to bet that you are every bit as good as many of the
musicians that are out there. I would love to have you play with me
sometime. If you are half a good as your mother, you would be able to fit
in with ease. Now, I need to know if anyone is hungry."
Kelly's answer of, "Yes, I'm starving," brought a chuckle from her
mother. She tried to glare at her, but she broke into a smile anyway.
"What can I say, I'm a growing kid."
Dinner was room service, and the evening's entertainment was watching
some movie that Kelly was dying to see, interrupted frequently with
questions from her on whom I had met and what this person or that person
was like. Around midnight, Kelly stood and announced that she was heading
for bed. She came around to where her mother and I were sitting. She bent
over and gave her mom a kiss and then surprised me by kissing me on the
cheek and hugging my neck before she headed toward the bedroom.
Donna and I sat for a while longer, talking about our lives and stopping
frequently for kisses and touches. She finally gave me one last kiss and
stood, telling me that I should go and start a shower and she would join me
as soon as she checked on Kelly.
I went in and started the water, making sure I had plenty of towels
handy. I was already under the spray when I heard the door open and close,
then the shower door slid back. She was still as sexy as I remembered her.
Her breasts were fuller but were still firm. Her still narrow waist
blended into the firm, twin globes of her ass. All in all, she would put
many of the younger music crowd to shame.
We embraced and started kissing, our hands exploring each other's wet
skin. We finally moved back and I picked up the shampoo and motioned for
her to turn around. I lathered up her shoulder length brown hair taking
the time to massage her scalp. This brought a relaxed moan from her as she
immersed herself in the sensual pleasure of this small, but very intimate
act. I moved her back into the spray of the showerhead to rinse her hair.
As the suds made their way down her back, I picked up the soap that the
hotel provided and moved forward. I pulled her up against me and started
to use the soap on her back, the lather making her skin slick and sensual.
I made my way down her body, soaping the backside while I was planting
kisses along the front. Then I knelt down and started to soap up her feet
and legs, ending with my hands caressing her ass and my face buried in her
well-trimmed pubic hair. I extended my tongue tasting her essence for the
first time in almost two decades. The taste was just as wonderful as I
remembered it, and the reactions that Donna was displaying proved that she
was close to orgasm. She put her hands on the back of my head and thrust
her pussy into my face. My tongue and lips found her clit and I sucked it
into my mouth. Within seconds her legs started to tremble as she gave
herself over to the climax that came crashing over her. Her legs started
to buckle and I followed her down until she was lying on the floor of the
shower trying to regain her senses.
When she finally opened her eyes, I could see a look that haunted my
dreams and thoughts ever since I had left. It was a look that showed a
mixture of love and lust. She pushed me upright and the only two words she
said were "Your turn." She started rubbing her soapy hands along my back
and chest and I closed my eyes to the sensations. I couldn't believe the
effect her soft hands were having on me just by touching my skin. She
slowly worked her way down until she was staring at my hard cock. She
leaned away so that the water rinsed the soap from my crotch, then I felt
the wet heat from her mouth as it enveloped almost half my cock. The
foreplay had me at a fever pitch and it took no more than the feel of the
head of my cock as it started down her throat, before I felt my orgasm
start deep in my crotch. I groaned a warning and Donna backed off until
just the head was between her lips. Her tongue wrapped around the head as
I shot again and again into her mouth.
She pulled back and let my shrinking member fall from her lips. She
smiled, her lips glistening with the remains of my cum. She turned her
head and took a mouth full of water, then stood and kissed me. We hurried
up and finished rinsing then stepped out to dry each other.
Soon, we were in bed snuggling together. She felt my cock stirring, so
she rolled me onto my back and took it again in her mouth until it was as
hard as before. Once she was satisfied I could get no harder, she moved
until she was straddling my waist. She moved up and positioned my cock at
her entrance, then she slid down slowly until our pubic bones touched. She
leaned back and I covered her breasts with my hands as she started to move
up and down, groaning with each downward thrust.
Her movements started to get more erratic as she approached her climax.
I moved my hands to hold her hips and help her keep her rhythm. It didn't
take long until we both were crying out as our mutual orgasms overtook us.
Donna slid off my cock and curled up next to me with her head on my chest.
We both drifted off into a blissful sleep.
I awoke the next morning to feel a soft, warm body draped half on me. I
opened my eyes to find Donna staring at my face. "How long have you been
awake?" I mumbled.
"Just a few minutes," she whispered. "I was just too comfortable to
move." We rested there for a few minutes before she did have to move. The
call of nature had become too uncomfortable to ignore and she got up to go
to the bathroom. Her naked body moving across the room reminded me of what
we had shared last night and my cock reacted. By the time she came out, I
had willed the erection down and started to get myself ready for the day.
Donna had gone back to the other bedroom wrapped in a towel. I had
ordered coffee and juice from room service and it arrived as she came out
dressed in a tee-shirt and jeans. She gratefully took a cup and sat down
rather slowly. When I questioned her, she replied that she had used
muscles last night that she hadn't used in a long time.
We were chuckling about it when Kelly came out of the bedroom in a long
tee-shirt and panties. She poured herself a glass of juice and sat down
looking at us with half-lidded eyes. "I know Mom didn't use the bed in
there last night. Were you two, you know... ahh..."
"Yes Kelly, we were most definitely together last night and the 'you
know' was fantastic."
Kelly almost choked on her juice and then looked at her mom with her
mouth open. "I really didn't need to know that. I mean, I think it's
great you guys are together now, but spare me the details please."
Donna continued to tease her. "I remember you mooning over what the
heart throb Jason Daniels would be like in bed."
"MOM!!! That's not fair. And besides, that was before I found out he
was my dad."
I must admit it did embarrass me a bit. I knew from some of the letters
that came in that my female fans were attracted to me, but I didn't really
ever think about it. This brought it closer to home, so to speak.
Donna just chuckled at our discomfort. "I'm sorry Kel. I didn't mean
to embarrass you. But if you ever want details..." She smiled
mischievously. Kelly just rolled her eyes and I looked over and grinned.
This caused her to blush even deeper than before.
Donna left to get her makeup on and finish getting ready. Kelly and I
had another awkward moment being alone with what her mother had hinted at.
I broke the ice by asking her what she wanted to do today.
"Can I hang around with you? I would like to know just what you do."
"If your mom don't care, that's fine with me. I have a free day today
for the most part. A couple of meetings and some phone interviews. Then
we can do whatever you and your mom want to do."
The phone in the room started to ring, signaling the start of the
conference that I had told Kelly about. She was fascinated with the
conversation as we talked of starting the new tour in mid-July that would
last for five months and involve stops in three countries. The amounts of
money that were discussed simply floored her. After the conference was
over, she looked at me in awe.
"You didn't really mean that you are going to make forty MILLION dollars
on this tour, did you?"
"Yes Kelly, that is what is projected, but out of that I will only get a
couple of million. The rest will go for sets, labor, promotion, and the
record company gets their cut."
"But still, that is enough to live on for the rest of my life!"
I grinned at her. "Not quite, but it is a sizeable chunk. It might
keep you fed for a few months, though."
She turned and stuck her tongue out at me in reply, but she was
grinning, so I knew it wasn't too bad. Donna walked back in just in time
to see Kelly's response to my remark and started to say something. I
quickly explained that it was my fault because I had been teasing her.
After the conversation was explained, her only remark was that it would
probably last for six months rather than three. Of course this earned her
the raspberry as well.
The rest of the day was spent relaxing. Around mid-afternoon Donna and
Kelly left for home. Kelly had school the next day and I needed to head to
the west coast on Tuesday. With promises that I would be back late
Thursday and the exchange of cell phone numbers, we parted company.
It was later that night that I found out that sleeping alone was
something I was not looking forward to. I was wandering around the suite
when my cell phone went off. Donna was on the other end telling me that
she was feeling the same. We talked for a few moments when I thought of
the cabana I had reserved in Tahiti. Since Kelly had told me that she had
the next week off, I asked if the two of them would like to go with me.
She agreed, and we set up a surprise for Kelly. Donna would have to make
some arrangements for me, but it looked like it would work out.
Then our conversation moved into phone sex when I started to tell her
what I would like to be doing to her. By the time I finished, I could tell
by the panting and moans that she was about to cum. I had pulled my hard
cock out of my pants and when she went over the edge into orgasm, I
followed. We said our goodbyes, and I got up to find a clean shirt to
replace the one that now was covered in my semen.
The next day, I made good on my promise to the radio station by showing
up during their morning "Drive by" show. It went well and I played Donna
off as just a member of my original band. Afterwards, I packed up and left
for my house in California.
The next few days were busy, but the nights were long and lonely. I
missed Donna a lot but I also found that I was missing Kelly. For not
having known her before now, I was finding her smile and her wit something
I wanted around.
The frequent phone calls made it more bearable. I talked to both of
them every night, finding that I was actually becoming interested in
Kelly's everyday life and her very typical teenage problems. School, boys,
being on the outside of the "in" crowd -- all the things that make up a 17
year-old's entire being. Not ever having been a father before, I could
only tell her my own experiences, but I was worthless on fatherly advice.
Though we didn't repeat the phone sex again, Donna and I did have long
discussions on what would be in our future. She admitted that she was
worried about what having a girlfriend and a child would do to my career. I
was more concerned about what it would do to their lives. Every
conversation ended with "I love you" and "I miss you" which would have to
hold us until the next day.
Thursday finally arrived and I was on a plane back to Kansas City
International. I made it through the gate and to the car rental counter. I
said a silent "thank you" to Kathy since there was a car waiting for me. I
was trying desperately to pass through unnoticed in the crowd. I needed to
get away from the mobs and didn't want them to intrude on the two women I
was going to meet. My luck held as I left the airport without being
recognized and headed north.
The welcome I received from Donna was worth the wait. She must have
heard the door of the car shut because as soon as I made it to the porch, I
was pulled through the open door and soundly kissed. When we broke apart
to catch our breath, she led me into the living room and set me down on the
couch. Positioning herself on my lap, she snuggled down for some prolonged
making out. I snaked my hand up under the tee-shirt she wore and stroked
her braless breast, causing her to moan into my mouth. We spent the better
part of an hour enjoying the caresses of the other until Donna reluctantly
pulled away.
"Kelly will be home in a few minutes and Chrissie will be with her. It
probably would not be the best thing if she caught us like this." I
reluctantly agreed and Donna untangled herself from my lap, letting my hard
cock move from the confined position it had been in.
I had gotten soft enough to avoid embarrent when Kelly came bounding
in the door followed by Chrissie. It sounded like something had caused
some tension as they were talking rapidly as they came through the door.
Kelly's voice was raised as the closed the door.
"I just can't believe that bitch. I swear I want to punch her out."
"That was about the lowest thing I have ever seen," was Chrissie's
reply.
"What nerve! Telling ME that there was no reason for me to even show up
for the prom committee -- since I didn't have a date, I wouldn't be going
anyway!"
"Well everybody knows she's the school slut. When she got caught
blowing the basketball team at that party, it just proved it."
Donna stood up and the girls saw her. "Is something wrong, Kel?"
"Nothing major. Meredith Wilson was just being her usual stuck-up self.
You know how she acts -- everyone else is beneath her since she is so
popular." It was then that I stood up. Kelly spotted me and came over to
give me a hug. Chrissie just stood there looking shocked.
"I'm glad you made it back. I've missed you while you were gone."
"I've missed you too, but I am going to be around this weekend."
I released Kelly from the hug and turned to Chrissie. "How are you
doing, Chrissie?"
"Jus... Just fine, thank you." I could see she was uncomfortable.
"Chrissie, you will have to get used to me being here. Just think of it
as being around any of your other friend's parents."
"But none of the other parents are major hunks and famous! Oops ... "
She turned beet red with that.
I chuckled, "Well, would you be too adverse to giving the "famous hunk"
a handshake at least?"
"Oh hell Chrissie, he doesn't mind a hug you know!" This was from Kelly,
who was smiling at her friend.
Chrissie did come over and get a quick hug. It was probably more than
what the other fathers got, but the feel of her petite body made me not
care a bit. When she finally moved back, she was flushed and breathing
rapidly. Kelly looked almost jealous.
Donna and I sat back down and the girls went up to change clothes, then
reappeared so we could decide on something for dinner. Pizza was the
unanimous choice and the girls set to discussing the toppings and to call
in the order. Donna decided that some beer would taste good with the pizza
and left to go and pick some up. As soon as she was out the door, a
silence fell on the room. The girls seemed to be afraid to say anything.
I finally tried to break the ice. "So ladies, what was the problem you
were talking about when you came in? Anything I can help you with?"
Kelly spoke first. "Not unless you know how to get back at a person who
is the most popular girl in school and flaunts it."
"Yeah. Meredith likes to flaunt how important she is and how she knows
all these important people. She heard us talking about the concert in the
hall and all but called us liars. She said she knew we couldn't have gone
because it was sold out."
"I wanted to tell her off so bad, but you had said to keep it quiet so I
did. But it was a close thing."
"Okay ladies. I can see the problem here and maybe we can do something
about it. Let me talk to Donna. You know the reason I wanted you to keep
quiet was because of Kelly's privacy. Reporters and photographers from the
national rags will be mobbing you once it gets out. That is why I want to
talk to Donna first."
That seemed to open up the floodgates as the girls started telling me
about how school drove them crazy and what the boys at school were like.
This was peppered with questions about what they had read about me in the
teen magazines. I hated to burst their bubble, but I had to set them
straight on about 90 percent of what they had read. By the time Donna
showed up and the pizza was delivered, both girls were chatting away like
normal teens.
The pizza boxes were soon emptied and we sat back watching some inane
sitcom on the TV. The girls decided to do their homework and get ready for
bed so they both said their good nights and headed up the stairs. Donna
snuggled closer to me on the couch and took a sip of her beer. I put my
arm around her and pulled her in for a kiss. As we sat there, I asked her
how she wanted to handle the exposure that was sure to be coming.
"I'm not sure that there isn't anything we could do about it. I guess I
will take it as it comes along. Kelly is mature enough to handle it. If
they bug her too much she just won't talk to them. Chrissie is so madly in
love with you that she would never say anything that would hurt you. But I
think that both girls would love the attention - at least for a while."
"It will be coming out and soon. Maybe we should talk to them both and
make sure they are alright with it."
Donna went up to the door of Kelly's room. She put her hand up to
knock, but instead stood listening then signaled me to come up. As I got
close to the door, I could hear Kelly's voice.
"...It is just strange for me right now. I mean to go from lusting
after someone to finding out he is your dad. What really bothers me is
that any time I hug him; I almost have to change my panties. Do you think
I will ever get used to it?"
"I'm sure you will. But I don't know if I ever will. When I hugged him
this afternoon I started cumming. I just hope he didn't notice! I would
just die right here and now."
"How do you think I feel? And I know I can't have him." She paused for
a moment. "Chrissie? You think it would be really awful of me if I still
thought about it when... well, you know?"
"I don't see why not." Then Chrissie sighed, "I know I will!"
They both fell into a fit of giggles. Donna and I moved silently down
the stairs and back to the couch. Then Donna called out loudly enough that
they both heard her and came down the stairs. In answer to their
questioning faces, Donna told them that we both wanted to talk to them.
I patted the couch beside me and they sat on each side of me. "I just
want you both to realize that you don't have to worry about causing any
problems for me if you happen to slip and say something about my
relationship with Donna or Kelly. The reporters will swarm for a bit, and
then move off when the next big celebrity story breaks. That is just the
way things happen in this business. In order to minimize the brunt of it,
I have a proposal for you. For your spring break next week, I would like
to take you all to Tahiti with me. I will set a press conference for
tomorrow afternoon in Kansas City and explain it all. I would like Donna
to be there and if you are willing, Kelly, you as well. Rather than
hiding, we will introduce the world to my daughter."
Donna insisted that she wanted to be there, and Kelly was willing, if
just a bit scared. Chrissie got permission to go along for moral support
for Kelly. It was then that Kelly asked if the invitation to Tahiti
included Chrissie. I told her of course, since they couldn't be separated
anyway. Just as long as her parents gave permission, it would be no
problem.
"Don't worry about that, Mr. Daniels. My parents are so busy with
their own problems that they are happy to have me out of the way. I mean,
they love me and all, but they are so worried about maintaining their
image, that they just don't really have time for me. Donna sees more of me
than they do."
That settled, they once again headed for Kelly's room. I doubted if
they would sleep much tonight. Donna got permission from Chrissie's
parents and we made plans for the next couple of days. I called Edgar and
told him what we wanted to do. He said he thought it was the best way and
he would have everything ready for us tomorrow. We then checked the house
and headed up to bed.
As we settled into bed, Donna propped herself up on her side and stroked
my chest. "I have a confession to make. I'm just like my daughter. Every
time I hug you I need to change panties too."
We both chuckled quietly, and then I reached up and pulled her head down
for a kiss. We didn't get much sleep that night either.
The next morning I awoke with an urgent need to empty my bladder. I
slipped on some jogging shorts and headed to the bathroom. I was still
concentrating on doing my business when Chrissie came barging in. I was
just finishing up, my cock still exposed. She stopped and stared, and I
admit that I did the same. She was a well-formed teen, her figure was
revealed in the almost transparent top and panties that she was wearing.
She mumbled a quick apology and ran back out of the room. I washed up and
started to knock on the door to let her know that I was done. As I reached
up to knock I heard the unmistakable sounds of her getting herself off.
Embarrassed, I hurried back to the bedroom.
I went back in and snuggled against Donna, my now hard cock resting
between the cheeks of her ass. I dozed a bit, but was awake as soon as the
alarm went off. Donna reached over and turned the alarm off then rolled
over to give me a kiss. We cuddled for a few minutes then got up to start
what would be an eventful day.
With Kelly and Chrissie on their way to school, Donna called the
principal's office. After explaining the circumstances to Principal
Davies, he arranged to let me pick up the girls at lunch, and to notify the
teachers that they both would be gone from classes an extra week. I was
going to cut my vacation by a week and theirs was going to be extended by a
week, so it was a good compromise. The other reason would be to allow the
furor that today's announcement would cause to die down while we were out
of the country.
Donna and I made some plans and she started getting things packed. We
knew the girls would want new bikinis for the trip, but that could wait
until we arrived there. My bags were already waiting and Donna took enough
to cover any occasion. Kelly and Chrissie would have enough time to pack
between when I picked them up and when we would have to leave for the news
conference.
It was soon time for me to pick up my daughter (I was really beginning
to like the sound of that) and her friend. I drove to the school and went
into the office. I met the principal and after proving who I was, we spoke
for a few minutes on the potential problem of reporters. He assured me
that they would be escorted off the premises, and that Kelly would be quite
safe from interference. He was a gentle man, for all of his linebacker
build, and I believed he would do as he said. He loved all his students
and wanted what was best for them all.
The bell rang as I came out of the office, so I stood just out of sight
to allow the mass exodus of students to pass by. I saw Kelly and Chrissie
come down the hall. They both walked up to the edge of a crowd. I could
see in the middle of that crowd was a tall, leggy blonde. This had to be
the infamous Meredith. I slipped out and got closer, curious as to what
Kelly was up to. I got close enough to hear Meredith talking.
"... and we still don't know who we are going to get for a band. Prom
is a couple months away, and I haven't liked anyone we have heard. When my
daddy has a party he always gets the best."
It was then that Kelly spoke up. "Well Meredith, I could have asked my
dad to perform if he had the time. But since you said that there was no
reason for a band geek like me to even show up, why bother?"
"And how would your father know anyone who would be good enough for our
prom? I suppose you are going to tell us he knows Jason Daniels and that
is how you supposedly got into that concert." Meredith's voice was full of
sarcasm.
"As a matter of fact, he knows Jason Daniels VERY well." Kelly spotted
me leaning against the wall several feet away. "Daddy, could you come and
tell this little fool that you are very close to Jason Daniels?"
As I walked over to Kelly, I lifted the brim of the hat I was wearing so
they could see my face. There was complete silence as I walked up and put
my arm around Kelly and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
Meredith seemed to start to recover from the shock of the situation,
though a young brunette to the side collapsed against her friend. "You?
You're Kelly's FATHER?? This can't be happening. But you can't be. This
just can't be happening to me."
"Oh, you can believe it Meredith. Just watch "Entertainment Tonight"
and you will see that I really am Kelly's father." I could tell that Kelly
just loved it.
As Meredith and her clique continued to sputter, I snaked my other arm
around Chrissie's waist and we left the school. We made it just in time
before I was recognized. The girls both collapsed in laughter once we were
away from the parking lot. They calmed down enough to give Donna the
details, but would still crack up laughing anytime either one thought about
it.
We arrived at the conference early enough to prepare back stage. By
then Kelly was looking pale. The reality of being exposed to all those
reporters was starting to weigh on her. I put my hands on her shoulders.
"Kelly? Are you alright?"
"Yeah Daddy. I am just a little scared seeing all those people out
there."
"You don't have to face them sweetheart. I can do all the talking."
"No, it's alright. I can do it. Just make it soon before I chicken
out."
"We'll be going out in just a few minutes. I will go out first, and
then you will come out. Don't worry, they can't do anything to you."
"I love you, Daddy."
"I love you too, Kel."
I went out with Donna who was in a little better shape than Kelly was.
We sat down at a long table and the crowd hushed. "Ladies and gentleman, I
called this press conference today in the hopes of dispelling any rumors
that are bound to be come up. When I was in high school, I had a girl that
I was totally in love with. We dated until I left to go to California.
What I didn't know when I left was that she was pregnant. Once her parents
found out, they forbade her from contacting me, and even intercepted my
letters. I thought I had lost her forever, but didn't know why. I
continued on in my career and she raised the child on her own.
"A month ago I received a strange email that a young lady wrote to me,
asking if I knew a woman that had been in my first band. We corresponded
and I came to learn that it was my old sweetheart. We got together after
all those years and that was when I found out that I have a beautiful
daughter. Donna and I are rediscovering each other now and I am getting
acquainted with our daughter as well. Now we will answer any questions we
can, but please be kind, since neither of the ladies is used to the public
eye."
There was a general commotion then a reporter from the National Enquirer
spoke up. "Donna? Can you tell us all why you didn't tell Mr. Daniels
about your child together? You could have gotten child support a long time
ago."
"Well, at first I was still under my parents control and I married
shortly after that. By the time I had divorced, Jason was on his way up
and I didn't want to take the chance that one of the tabloids wouldn't try
and use us to derail his career."
The next question was directed at me. "Why didn't you come looking for
her until now?"
"That is a hard one. I know I thought of Donna often. The biggest
reason was that I loved her enough even then to want her to be happy. And
when I hadn't heard from her for a few years, I figured she had moved on."
"Talk about miscommunication. I thought you had forgotten all about
me!" Donna's comment, accompanied by her wry grin, brought a chuckle from
the group.
Someone I didn't recognize from the back shouted, "When do we get to
meet this mystery girl?"
I held up my hand to quiet the murmurs of agreement. "Look folks, I
have always been straight with you. I answer all requests for interviews
if I can fit them into my schedule at all. Now this girl is not used to
crowds like this, so can you take it easy on her? She will answer
questions, but don't be too rough on her."
Martin Williams from the Sun called out, "Oh, we have us a virgin."
I laughed, "With interviews yes. Any other way, I haven't asked. And
if you do, she probably won't tell you."
I waved at Kelly and she came out. She almost ran to me and gave me a
quick hug before sitting down on the opposite side of me from Donna. The
flash units were blinding as they all tried to get their first shots of
her. Things settled down a bit and the questions started. Kelly was a real
pro, answering every one without hesitation. If they tried to twist
anything, she would set them straight. After 15 minutes, I called for one
last question.
"Is there a marriage in the works to make Kelly really your daughter?"
"First of all, Kelly is already "really" my daughter. I am listed as
the father on her birth certificate. As far as marriage, we are just
getting reacquainted, so that is still a ways off."
We stood, and thanked them for their time. A couple of the
photographers asked us to pose for some shots, and then we hurried out the
side door. A limo was waiting to take us to the airport where the company
jet was standing by. On the way, Kelly pulled me down so she could whisper
in my ear, "Just so you know, I am."
"You are what, Sweetheart?"
"The comment about being a virgin? I just wanted you to know I am."
"I really didn't need to know, but I appreciate you trusting me enough
to tell me."
This was a flight where I was normally bored. However, watching Donna
and the girls on their first flight made it exciting. Donna was quiet, but
you could see the excitement and maybe just a hint of fear in her eyes.
The girls were another story. As the plane taxied to the runway, they were
holding each other for dear life. Once we were in the air, they relaxed
and started asking questions about everything that was on the plane, about
where we were staying, and most importantly -- if there would be any boys.
Finally they dozed off, waking up as we started on the final approach.
We were met by a limo and taken to our cabana, which was almost directly on
the beach. Since it was late evening, we explored the facilities briefly
and then headed for bed.
The next morning started a two-week adventure for the girls, and a time
of rediscovery for Donna and me. Most of the time, we would find Kelly and
Chrissie on the beach, showing off their figures in the smallest bikinis
they could find. They had their pick of boys flocking around and had a
pretty active nightlife as well.
Donna and I fell back in love. Though maybe it was just that we had to
realize that the love had always been there, we just needed to be reminded
of it. By the time we headed back, Donna had agreed to move to California
after Kelly graduated in June. Kelly didn't want to move and leave
Chrissie, until we pointed out that she could visit anytime she wanted and
stay as long as she felt like. This arrangement was good enough that Kelly
was ready to move whenever Donna was.
For me -- I had finally found what I had needed. The flight back was
more relaxing than I could imagine. Because now I had what I needed and
longed for -- I had a family.
EPILOGUE:
Kelly and Chrissie graduated in the top 5 percent of their class. They
were suddenly popular, and the girls just took it all in stride. Kelly
didn't go to the prom, deciding to be with me in London for a benefit with
Elton John.
Donna sold her parents house and moved out just days after graduation
with Kelly. Chrissie's frequent visits stretched out until she just moved
in. She eventually got her degree in computer sciences and runs the
family's websites as a sideline. She is good company for Kelly since Donna
and I both are on tour.
Kelly followed us into show business, at least in a way. She modeled
for a few years then started her own agency. Many of her clients have
appeared in top shows and even a few playmates have joined up.
Married? It took Donna a year or two, but we finally had a private
ceremony and honeymooned at the same cabana where we first vacationed as a
family. We are talking about retirement in a few more years, doing only
charity shows and an occasional album. We are all still close. I regret
that I missed so much time with Donna and Kelly, but I am keeping my vow to
never again miss another minute. My spirit was renewed by the love of my
wife and my daughter, and continues to be to this day.
~~~~~ FINIS ~~~~~
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I was still confused and even angry, but I couldn't stand for her to be
in tears. I rose up enough to wrap my arms around her and held her to me
while she calmed down. The girls came in after a few minutes and Kelly
wondered why her mother was upset. Donna told her not to worry about it
now and we all would sit down and talk later. We had a nice, if subdued
dinner and the women headed toward home with the promise that I would visit
there tomorrow.
I tried to sleep that night, but the events of the day were running
through my head. I rejoiced in the idea that Donna seemed to still care
for me. Having a daughter was another thing all together. MY daughter. I
could get used to that. At the same, I deeply regretted all the years that
I had missed watching her grow up. It would have made my life complete to
have had someone to come home to. Maybe I wouldn't have been as
successful, but it would have made it worth it. I drifted off in the early
hours of the morning still trying to decide how this would turn out.
After waking shortly after dawn, I grabbed some coffee and called down
to have a car waiting in an hour or so. By the time I was ready, the desk
called telling me that everything was taken care of. I left a message for
my secretary and my manager telling them where I would be and that I was
not sure when I would be coming back into the city.
The long drive gave me more time to think and I finally decided just to
see how things would go from here. The local radio stations were talking
about the concert and the surprise guest from my first band. There was
talk of it being a staged event, since I had been born around here. I used
my cell to call the station and once they believed me that I was really
Jason Daniels, I explained that I had indeed invited the woman and her
daughter to the concert, but that her coming on stage had not been planned.
In order to prove it, I promised to come to the station in person to verify
all this.
This distracted me long enough to make it to the small town where we had
grown up. I called Donna to make sure they were up before I got there.
She was, but the girls were still in bed. I stopped and picked up some
Danish for breakfast then pulled up to her house.
Donna opened the door dressed in a robe. She had apparently taken a
shower since her hair was wet, but I could tell from her face that she had
not slept much either. We went to the dining room, sitting in the same
spot that I had been in just a couple days before.
As soon as we had settled in, I reached over and took Donna's hand. "I
figure that we both have been tossing this around all night. Just let me
say what I need to and then we can go from there."
She agreed so I began. "Last night I was still in a state of shock
about finding out that I had a child. I was also really pissed that I have
missed so much as she grew up. But I also know that it was not your doing,
but that of your parents. I am not sure why you didn't contact me earlier
though. Anyway, there is nothing we can do about that now. I know that I
want to have a part in Kelly's life if she wants me to. And if you want
it, I want to be back into your life as well. The thing is Donna, I don't
think I ever stopped loving you. I put it in the back of my mind when I
didn't hear from you, but it has always been there."
Donna was almost in tears when I said I still loved her. She pulled
herself together though and answered me. "I never fell out of love with
you. Even when I was married to Arthur, it was you I was dreaming about.
When we had sex, it was you that I would think of. That may have been part
of the reason for the divorce. As far as you taking a part in Kelly's
life, I would love to have you do that. She will have to make up her own
mind. But knowing how she idolizes you, I can't see why she wouldn't want
to hang out with her father."
We heard a sleepy voice behind us. "Jason, what are you doing here so
early? I must look like a mess! And do you know something about my dad?
Grandma and Grandpa wouldn't let me find out who he was. Can I meet him
soon? That would be almost as good as meeting you!" She was going a mile a
minute. It was really cute to see her with her hair all messed up, her
eyes still showing signs of sleep, but the words were just pouring out. I
wondered if she was always like that and I wanted to find out soon.
"Calm down a bit, Kel," her mother told her. "You sit down and I'll get
you a glass of juice." Then to me she said. "Kelly hates coffee, always
has."
"Mom, why would he care about something like that?" I could see her face
getting red. Donna just chuckled.
"As soon as you are awake, Jason and I want to talk to you."
"I am awake enough now, especially since it has something to do with my
dad."
Donna took over then. "You know that your father was my high school
sweetheart. You also know that he left before you were born. What you
don't know is that he never knew I was pregnant. Your grandparents
wouldn't let me tell him, and after a couple of years his career took off,
making him very successful. That was about the time I married Arthur.
After that we were doing fine and I decided it was easier to let the matter
lay rather than rehashing the entire thing with your grandparents. Then
you wrote to Jase and the whole thing came to the surface."
Kelly turned to me. I came around the table and knelt down beside her.
"Kelly, there is no easy to say this, but last night your mother told me
that I am your father." Her eyes got huge and she started to tremble. "You
have to believe me -- if I had known, I would have been here with you. The
big question is; do you want me in your life?"
She finally found her voice, at least in part. "You're... I mean...
Jason Daniels is my dad?" With each word her voice rose in pitch. Suddenly
she bolted from the chair and ran into her room. I was shocked, and Donna
looked concerned as well.
Donna decided to go up and talk to her. I went into the kitchen and
poured myself another cup of coffee. I tried reading a magazine that was
lying on the counter, but it was one of Kelly's and I was in no mood to
read about myself paired with whatever blonde bombshell was popular this
week. At 34, the girls and women that were interested in the intimate
details of my life still amazed me. This would be something that I would
have to bring up to Donna and Kelly as well. Just another complication in
an already complicated situation.
After what seemed like hours, Donna came back down. She had talked to
Kelly in the master bedroom since Chrissie was still asleep in Kelly's
room. Donna got her over the shock and assured Kelly that it wasn't lack of
interest that I had never contacted either one of them. She was feeling
better when Donna left and she would be down as soon as she cleaned up a
bit.
Donna then grinned. "You know what her biggest problem was at the end?
She told me that she felt weird that she had been getting herself off to
images of you for a couple of years. Now she finds out that she has been
masturbating to thoughts of her father."
That kind of shocked me, but I could also see the humor of it all. We
were still chuckling when Kelly came down. She had washed her face and her
hair was all brushed back. She came over and stood beside me. "I am sorry
that I ran out. I was shocked and confused. Mom told me all about how you
two were in love in high school and how everything happened." She took a
deep breath. "Would it be alright if I called you Daddy?"
With tears in my own eyes I told her, "I would love that. I am very
proud to be 'Daddy' to such a wonderful girl as you."
She then did something that completely melted my heart. She bent down
and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I returned her hug and then
squeezed her even tighter when she whispered in my ear, "I'm so glad you
came back."
Our embrace ended with noises coming from upstairs that signaled that
Chrissie was up and moving around. Kelly turned to look up the stairs. "I
can't wait to tell Chrissie who you really are. She is just going to die!"
Then she got serious. "Is it alright to tell her? Do you want to keep
this a secret?"
This girl was surprising in how quick she was. "I don't care who knows
it. I will have to handle my manager, but as far as I am concerned, I
don't care. I do want to talk to you both on how much you want to be in
the spotlight, but that can wait for a day or so."
"Great!" Then she turned toward the stairs. I could see a twinkle in
her eyes as she shouted out, "Chrissie! Get your butt down here and meet
my dad!"
We heard her bare feet on the steps and Chrissie's voice before she made
it around the corner. "You mean your dad's here? When did he tell ... "
Chrissie stopped in midsentence as she rounded the corner.
"Chrissie, meet my dad, Jason Daniels. Dad, this is Chrissie, but you
knew that."
Chrissie, for her part, was doing a wonderful imitation of a fish. Her
mouth was moving but no sound was coming out. She also looked like she
couldn't move, so Kelly went over and helped her into a chair.
As Donna fixed some brunch, Kelly explained how this had all come about.
By the time that Chrissie's parents arrived to pick her up, she had agreed
to not spread the news. She went home still giddy though.
I called my manager and said that we had some things that had to be
discussed immediately. Each of the women packed an overnight case and we
were soon headed back to the city. We checked into my favorite hotel and I
got my usual room. The suite contained a bedroom on each side and a
sitting room separating them, three rooms total. Donna and Kelly took the
room opposite of mine. Edgar, my manager, showed up as they were settling
in. The girls joined us and I started the conversation.
"Edgar, this is Donna, who is now known as a member of my first band.
And this is Kelly, her daughter. What you don't know and neither does the
public, is that Kelly is my daughter as well." It was to his credit that he
handled the shock well. He stood and shook hands with both women. Edgar
thought for a few minutes and said, "I can see some problems with the
tabloids, but even fewer from your fans." He looked over at Kelly. "The
worst will be for you. They will try and dig into your past for anything
that could cause embarrent to either Jason or you and your mom. Can
you think of anything that could cause problems?"
Donna started to get angry. "Kelly has never been in any trouble, not
even in school. She gets all A's and B's and is in band and the school
paper. She isn't the most popular girl in school, but she has guys ask her
out."
Before she could get going again, I put my hand on her arm. "Donna,
Edgar is asking for a good reason. Those bastards are ruthless. If Kelly
had ever been caught smoking, they would try and make it out that she is a
drug addict and it is my fault for 'abandoning' you both to pursue my
career. They will try and dig out anything they can. He can help smooth
it out for both of you."
"Alright, I understand. We're just not used to this kind of attention."
Edgar smiled at them both. "Let me see what I can do to take the
pressure off you both for as long as I can. Since nobody else knows yet,
it will give you all a chance to get to know each other better. Good thing
you are finished with the tour."
We took some time to figure out some future dates to promote the
upcoming album, but the names and dates were left open until closer to the
album's release date. After we finished making some decisions, Edgar left
to give us some time alone. Kelly was interested in the pre-edit footage
of the concert that had been delivered earlier, so she stayed in the common
room to use the equipment. Donna and I moved to my bedroom to talk.
I closed the door and turned to see Donna lean back on the side of the
bed. I rubbed the back of my neck and finally spoke. "Kelly seems to be
doing well with the news, but what about you?" She looked questioningly at
me. "You have done a wonderful job of raising Kelly, and I don't want to
interfere with that. But I thought about it all night and I want to be
part of her life. Of course that means I will be part of your life as
well."
"Jase, I would love to have you be part of Kelly's life. For years on
end I know that she has dreamed of having a father. I don't want you to
feel financially obligated; I never wanted that. But if you could just
love her as your daughter, I am sure that would be more than enough."
"But what about me being around more now? Will that put a cramp in your
social life?"
She started chuckling. "Social life? I haven't been on more than a
couple of dates since the divorce. I could never find anyone that
interested me that would accept the burden of a young child. You can't put
a cramp in something that doesn't exist."
"Do you think you would want the social life of a rock star?"
"Jase, are you asking me to work with you again?"
"Actually Donna, I am thinking of a more permanent arrangement. But if
you want, we can start over and see if we still fit together. I don't want
to lose you again."
By this time I had moved next to her on the bed. She sat back up and
hugged me fiercely around the neck. "Jason Murphy Daniels, are you asking
me to marry you?"
"It wasn't exactly the best way to put it, but yeah, I am."
"I will probably say yes, but how about if we just start from here and
see how it develops between us? We are both different than we were back
then. Maybe we should see if we are still meant to be together."
It wasn't all that I had hoped for, but it would be more than enough for
now. I lifted her chin with my fingertips and gently kissed her. She
returned the kiss with passion and we were soon making out like we had done
in high school.
Before we started losing clothing though, Donna pulled back. "I really
don't think we have time right now to do this properly, especially since
our daughter is probably about finished watching the tapes. But later
tonight I would like to finish what we started."
I reluctantly released my grip on her waist. "You're probably right,
but it's hard to stop."
She looked down at the crotch of my jeans. "Yeah, you're right. It
looks hard, that's for sure."
I laughed with her and then whispered in her ear, "You'll find out later
just how hard it is, you little tease."
"I'm looking forward to that." She giggled as she got her clothing
straightened out. As soon as the bulge in my pants softened a bit, we went
back out to see about Kelly.
We walked out to see Kelly still sitting in front of the monitor. She
was rewinding the tape and watching the part where her mother and I were
singing together. Donna cleared her throat to get her attention. "Mom! I
never knew you could sing that well. You're great!"
"Kelly, your mother is one of the finest vocalists and keyboardists I
have ever worked with. She could bring out emotion in a song that would
make the crowds stand in awe. And didn't I hear earlier that you are in
band?"
"Yeah, but I'm not as good as Mom is. She taught me the organ and piano
and I play the flute in the marching band. I'm what you would call a 'band
geek' in school."
Donna then spoke up, "Don't sell yourself short, honey. Who was it that
has won the school's talent show three years running? And who was asked to
be soloist in the AllState student orchestra?"
Kelly's face was red from embarrent and she was doing an intense
study of the tops of her shoes. "Okay. I do pretty well against the
student body, but I am not up to the caliber that Jas... err, that Daddy is
used to."
It was really nice to hear Kelly use that word in reference to me, but I
also knew it would take a bit for her to get used to having a father. I
was determined to make her as comfortable with me as soon as I could.
"I am willing to bet that you are every bit as good as many of the
musicians that are out there. I would love to have you play with me
sometime. If you are half a good as your mother, you would be able to fit
in with ease. Now, I need to know if anyone is hungry."
Kelly's answer of, "Yes, I'm starving," brought a chuckle from her
mother. She tried to glare at her, but she broke into a smile anyway.
"What can I say, I'm a growing kid."
Dinner was room service, and the evening's entertainment was watching
some movie that Kelly was dying to see, interrupted frequently with
questions from her on whom I had met and what this person or that person
was like. Around midnight, Kelly stood and announced that she was heading
for bed. She came around to where her mother and I were sitting. She bent
over and gave her mom a kiss and then surprised me by kissing me on the
cheek and hugging my neck before she headed toward the bedroom.
Donna and I sat for a while longer, talking about our lives and stopping
frequently for kisses and touches. She finally gave me one last kiss and
stood, telling me that I should go and start a shower and she would join me
as soon as she checked on Kelly.
I went in and started the water, making sure I had plenty of towels
handy. I was already under the spray when I heard the door open and close,
then the shower door slid back. She was still as sexy as I remembered her.
Her breasts were fuller but were still firm. Her still narrow waist
blended into the firm, twin globes of her ass. All in all, she would put
many of the younger music crowd to shame.
We embraced and started kissing, our hands exploring each other's wet
skin. We finally moved back and I picked up the shampoo and motioned for
her to turn around. I lathered up her shoulder length brown hair taking
the time to massage her scalp. This brought a relaxed moan from her as she
immersed herself in the sensual pleasure of this small, but very intimate
act. I moved her back into the spray of the showerhead to rinse her hair.
As the suds made their way down her back, I picked up the soap that the
hotel provided and moved forward. I pulled her up against me and started
to use the soap on her back, the lather making her skin slick and sensual.
I made my way down her body, soaping the backside while I was planting
kisses along the front. Then I knelt down and started to soap up her feet
and legs, ending with my hands caressing her ass and my face buried in her
well-trimmed pubic hair. I extended my tongue tasting her essence for the
first time in almost two decades. The taste was just as wonderful as I
remembered it, and the reactions that Donna was displaying proved that she
was close to orgasm. She put her hands on the back of my head and thrust
her pussy into my face. My tongue and lips found her clit and I sucked it
into my mouth. Within seconds her legs started to tremble as she gave
herself over to the climax that came crashing over her. Her legs started
to buckle and I followed her down until she was lying on the floor of the
shower trying to regain her senses.
When she finally opened her eyes, I could see a look that haunted my
dreams and thoughts ever since I had left. It was a look that showed a
mixture of love and lust. She pushed me upright and the only two words she
said were "Your turn." She started rubbing her soapy hands along my back
and chest and I closed my eyes to the sensations. I couldn't believe the
effect her soft hands were having on me just by touching my skin. She
slowly worked her way down until she was staring at my hard cock. She
leaned away so that the water rinsed the soap from my crotch, then I felt
the wet heat from her mouth as it enveloped almost half my cock. The
foreplay had me at a fever pitch and it took no more than the feel of the
head of my cock as it started down her throat, before I felt my orgasm
start deep in my crotch. I groaned a warning and Donna backed off until
just the head was between her lips. Her tongue wrapped around the head as
I shot again and again into her mouth.
She pulled back and let my shrinking member fall from her lips. She
smiled, her lips glistening with the remains of my cum. She turned her
head and took a mouth full of water, then stood and kissed me. We hurried
up and finished rinsing then stepped out to dry each other.
Soon, we were in bed snuggling together. She felt my cock stirring, so
she rolled me onto my back and took it again in her mouth until it was as
hard as before. Once she was satisfied I could get no harder, she moved
until she was straddling my waist. She moved up and positioned my cock at
her entrance, then she slid down slowly until our pubic bones touched. She
leaned back and I covered her breasts with my hands as she started to move
up and down, groaning with each downward thrust.
Her movements started to get more erratic as she approached her climax.
I moved my hands to hold her hips and help her keep her rhythm. It didn't
take long until we both were crying out as our mutual orgasms overtook us.
Donna slid off my cock and curled up next to me with her head on my chest.
We both drifted off into a blissful sleep.
I awoke the next morning to feel a soft, warm body draped half on me. I
opened my eyes to find Donna staring at my face. "How long have you been
awake?" I mumbled.
"Just a few minutes," she whispered. "I was just too comfortable to
move." We rested there for a few minutes before she did have to move. The
call of nature had become too uncomfortable to ignore and she got up to go
to the bathroom. Her naked body moving across the room reminded me of what
we had shared last night and my cock reacted. By the time she came out, I
had willed the erection down and started to get myself ready for the day.
Donna had gone back to the other bedroom wrapped in a towel. I had
ordered coffee and juice from room service and it arrived as she came out
dressed in a tee-shirt and jeans. She gratefully took a cup and sat down
rather slowly. When I questioned her, she replied that she had used
muscles last night that she hadn't used in a long time.
We were chuckling about it when Kelly came out of the bedroom in a long
tee-shirt and panties. She poured herself a glass of juice and sat down
looking at us with half-lidded eyes. "I know Mom didn't use the bed in
there last night. Were you two, you know... ahh..."
"Yes Kelly, we were most definitely together last night and the 'you
know' was fantastic."
Kelly almost choked on her juice and then looked at her mom with her
mouth open. "I really didn't need to know that. I mean, I think it's
great you guys are together now, but spare me the details please."
Donna continued to tease her. "I remember you mooning over what the
heart throb Jason Daniels would be like in bed."
"MOM!!! That's not fair. And besides, that was before I found out he
was my dad."
I must admit it did embarrass me a bit. I knew from some of the letters
that came in that my female fans were attracted to me, but I didn't really
ever think about it. This brought it closer to home, so to speak.
Donna just chuckled at our discomfort. "I'm sorry Kel. I didn't mean
to embarrass you. But if you ever want details..." She smiled
mischievously. Kelly just rolled her eyes and I looked over and grinned.
This caused her to blush even deeper than before.
Donna left to get her makeup on and finish getting ready. Kelly and I
had another awkward moment being alone with what her mother had hinted at.
I broke the ice by asking her what she wanted to do today.
"Can I hang around with you? I would like to know just what you do."
"If your mom don't care, that's fine with me. I have a free day today
for the most part. A couple of meetings and some phone interviews. Then
we can do whatever you and your mom want to do."
The phone in the room started to ring, signaling the start of the
conference that I had told Kelly about. She was fascinated with the
conversation as we talked of starting the new tour in mid-July that would
last for five months and involve stops in three countries. The amounts of
money that were discussed simply floored her. After the conference was
over, she looked at me in awe.
"You didn't really mean that you are going to make forty MILLION dollars
on this tour, did you?"
"Yes Kelly, that is what is projected, but out of that I will only get a
couple of million. The rest will go for sets, labor, promotion, and the
record company gets their cut."
"But still, that is enough to live on for the rest of my life!"
I grinned at her. "Not quite, but it is a sizeable chunk. It might
keep you fed for a few months, though."
She turned and stuck her tongue out at me in reply, but she was
grinning, so I knew it wasn't too bad. Donna walked back in just in time
to see Kelly's response to my remark and started to say something. I
quickly explained that it was my fault because I had been teasing her.
After the conversation was explained, her only remark was that it would
probably last for six months rather than three. Of course this earned her
the raspberry as well.
The rest of the day was spent relaxing. Around mid-afternoon Donna and
Kelly left for home. Kelly had school the next day and I needed to head to
the west coast on Tuesday. With promises that I would be back late
Thursday and the exchange of cell phone numbers, we parted company.
It was later that night that I found out that sleeping alone was
something I was not looking forward to. I was wandering around the suite
when my cell phone went off. Donna was on the other end telling me that
she was feeling the same. We talked for a few moments when I thought of
the cabana I had reserved in Tahiti. Since Kelly had told me that she had
the next week off, I asked if the two of them would like to go with me.
She agreed, and we set up a surprise for Kelly. Donna would have to make
some arrangements for me, but it looked like it would work out.
Then our conversation moved into phone sex when I started to tell her
what I would like to be doing to her. By the time I finished, I could tell
by the panting and moans that she was about to cum. I had pulled my hard
cock out of my pants and when she went over the edge into orgasm, I
followed. We said our goodbyes, and I got up to find a clean shirt to
replace the one that now was covered in my semen.
The next day, I made good on my promise to the radio station by showing
up during their morning "Drive by" show. It went well and I played Donna
off as just a member of my original band. Afterwards, I packed up and left
for my house in California.
The next few days were busy, but the nights were long and lonely. I
missed Donna a lot but I also found that I was missing Kelly. For not
having known her before now, I was finding her smile and her wit something
I wanted around.
The frequent phone calls made it more bearable. I talked to both of
them every night, finding that I was actually becoming interested in
Kelly's everyday life and her very typical teenage problems. School, boys,
being on the outside of the "in" crowd -- all the things that make up a 17
year-old's entire being. Not ever having been a father before, I could
only tell her my own experiences, but I was worthless on fatherly advice.
Though we didn't repeat the phone sex again, Donna and I did have long
discussions on what would be in our future. She admitted that she was
worried about what having a girlfriend and a child would do to my career. I
was more concerned about what it would do to their lives. Every
conversation ended with "I love you" and "I miss you" which would have to
hold us until the next day.
Thursday finally arrived and I was on a plane back to Kansas City
International. I made it through the gate and to the car rental counter. I
said a silent "thank you" to Kathy since there was a car waiting for me. I
was trying desperately to pass through unnoticed in the crowd. I needed to
get away from the mobs and didn't want them to intrude on the two women I
was going to meet. My luck held as I left the airport without being
recognized and headed north.
The welcome I received from Donna was worth the wait. She must have
heard the door of the car shut because as soon as I made it to the porch, I
was pulled through the open door and soundly kissed. When we broke apart
to catch our breath, she led me into the living room and set me down on the
couch. Positioning herself on my lap, she snuggled down for some prolonged
making out. I snaked my hand up under the tee-shirt she wore and stroked
her braless breast, causing her to moan into my mouth. We spent the better
part of an hour enjoying the caresses of the other until Donna reluctantly
pulled away.
"Kelly will be home in a few minutes and Chrissie will be with her. It
probably would not be the best thing if she caught us like this." I
reluctantly agreed and Donna untangled herself from my lap, letting my hard
cock move from the confined position it had been in.
I had gotten soft enough to avoid embarrent when Kelly came bounding
in the door followed by Chrissie. It sounded like something had caused
some tension as they were talking rapidly as they came through the door.
Kelly's voice was raised as the closed the door.
"I just can't believe that bitch. I swear I want to punch her out."
"That was about the lowest thing I have ever seen," was Chrissie's
reply.
"What nerve! Telling ME that there was no reason for me to even show up
for the prom committee -- since I didn't have a date, I wouldn't be going
anyway!"
"Well everybody knows she's the school slut. When she got caught
blowing the basketball team at that party, it just proved it."
Donna stood up and the girls saw her. "Is something wrong, Kel?"
"Nothing major. Meredith Wilson was just being her usual stuck-up self.
You know how she acts -- everyone else is beneath her since she is so
popular." It was then that I stood up. Kelly spotted me and came over to
give me a hug. Chrissie just stood there looking shocked.
"I'm glad you made it back. I've missed you while you were gone."
"I've missed you too, but I am going to be around this weekend."
I released Kelly from the hug and turned to Chrissie. "How are you
doing, Chrissie?"
"Jus... Just fine, thank you." I could see she was uncomfortable.
"Chrissie, you will have to get used to me being here. Just think of it
as being around any of your other friend's parents."
"But none of the other parents are major hunks and famous! Oops ... "
She turned beet red with that.
I chuckled, "Well, would you be too adverse to giving the "famous hunk"
a handshake at least?"
"Oh hell Chrissie, he doesn't mind a hug you know!" This was from Kelly,
who was smiling at her friend.
Chrissie did come over and get a quick hug. It was probably more than
what the other fathers got, but the feel of her petite body made me not
care a bit. When she finally moved back, she was flushed and breathing
rapidly. Kelly looked almost jealous.
Donna and I sat back down and the girls went up to change clothes, then
reappeared so we could decide on something for dinner. Pizza was the
unanimous choice and the girls set to discussing the toppings and to call
in the order. Donna decided that some beer would taste good with the pizza
and left to go and pick some up. As soon as she was out the door, a
silence fell on the room. The girls seemed to be afraid to say anything.
I finally tried to break the ice. "So ladies, what was the problem you
were talking about when you came in? Anything I can help you with?"
Kelly spoke first. "Not unless you know how to get back at a person who
is the most popular girl in school and flaunts it."
"Yeah. Meredith likes to flaunt how important she is and how she knows
all these important people. She heard us talking about the concert in the
hall and all but called us liars. She said she knew we couldn't have gone
because it was sold out."
"I wanted to tell her off so bad, but you had said to keep it quiet so I
did. But it was a close thing."
"Okay ladies. I can see the problem here and maybe we can do something
about it. Let me talk to Donna. You know the reason I wanted you to keep
quiet was because of Kelly's privacy. Reporters and photographers from the
national rags will be mobbing you once it gets out. That is why I want to
talk to Donna first."
That seemed to open up the floodgates as the girls started telling me
about how school drove them crazy and what the boys at school were like.
This was peppered with questions about what they had read about me in the
teen magazines. I hated to burst their bubble, but I had to set them
straight on about 90 percent of what they had read. By the time Donna
showed up and the pizza was delivered, both girls were chatting away like
normal teens.
The pizza boxes were soon emptied and we sat back watching some inane
sitcom on the TV. The girls decided to do their homework and get ready for
bed so they both said their good nights and headed up the stairs. Donna
snuggled closer to me on the couch and took a sip of her beer. I put my
arm around her and pulled her in for a kiss. As we sat there, I asked her
how she wanted to handle the exposure that was sure to be coming.
"I'm not sure that there isn't anything we could do about it. I guess I
will take it as it comes along. Kelly is mature enough to handle it. If
they bug her too much she just won't talk to them. Chrissie is so madly in
love with you that she would never say anything that would hurt you. But I
think that both girls would love the attention - at least for a while."
"It will be coming out and soon. Maybe we should talk to them both and
make sure they are alright with it."
Donna went up to the door of Kelly's room. She put her hand up to
knock, but instead stood listening then signaled me to come up. As I got
close to the door, I could hear Kelly's voice.
"...It is just strange for me right now. I mean to go from lusting
after someone to finding out he is your dad. What really bothers me is
that any time I hug him; I almost have to change my panties. Do you think
I will ever get used to it?"
"I'm sure you will. But I don't know if I ever will. When I hugged him
this afternoon I started cumming. I just hope he didn't notice! I would
just die right here and now."
"How do you think I feel? And I know I can't have him." She paused for
a moment. "Chrissie? You think it would be really awful of me if I still
thought about it when... well, you know?"
"I don't see why not." Then Chrissie sighed, "I know I will!"
They both fell into a fit of giggles. Donna and I moved silently down
the stairs and back to the couch. Then Donna called out loudly enough that
they both heard her and came down the stairs. In answer to their
questioning faces, Donna told them that we both wanted to talk to them.
I patted the couch beside me and they sat on each side of me. "I just
want you both to realize that you don't have to worry about causing any
problems for me if you happen to slip and say something about my
relationship with Donna or Kelly. The reporters will swarm for a bit, and
then move off when the next big celebrity story breaks. That is just the
way things happen in this business. In order to minimize the brunt of it,
I have a proposal for you. For your spring break next week, I would like
to take you all to Tahiti with me. I will set a press conference for
tomorrow afternoon in Kansas City and explain it all. I would like Donna
to be there and if you are willing, Kelly, you as well. Rather than
hiding, we will introduce the world to my daughter."
Donna insisted that she wanted to be there, and Kelly was willing, if
just a bit scared. Chrissie got permission to go along for moral support
for Kelly. It was then that Kelly asked if the invitation to Tahiti
included Chrissie. I told her of course, since they couldn't be separated
anyway. Just as long as her parents gave permission, it would be no
problem.
"Don't worry about that, Mr. Daniels. My parents are so busy with
their own problems that they are happy to have me out of the way. I mean,
they love me and all, but they are so worried about maintaining their
image, that they just don't really have time for me. Donna sees more of me
than they do."
That settled, they once again headed for Kelly's room. I doubted if
they would sleep much tonight. Donna got permission from Chrissie's
parents and we made plans for the next couple of days. I called Edgar and
told him what we wanted to do. He said he thought it was the best way and
he would have everything ready for us tomorrow. We then checked the house
and headed up to bed.
As we settled into bed, Donna propped herself up on her side and stroked
my chest. "I have a confession to make. I'm just like my daughter. Every
time I hug you I need to change panties too."
We both chuckled quietly, and then I reached up and pulled her head down
for a kiss. We didn't get much sleep that night either.
The next morning I awoke with an urgent need to empty my bladder. I
slipped on some jogging shorts and headed to the bathroom. I was still
concentrating on doing my business when Chrissie came barging in. I was
just finishing up, my cock still exposed. She stopped and stared, and I
admit that I did the same. She was a well-formed teen, her figure was
revealed in the almost transparent top and panties that she was wearing.
She mumbled a quick apology and ran back out of the room. I washed up and
started to knock on the door to let her know that I was done. As I reached
up to knock I heard the unmistakable sounds of her getting herself off.
Embarrassed, I hurried back to the bedroom.
I went back in and snuggled against Donna, my now hard cock resting
between the cheeks of her ass. I dozed a bit, but was awake as soon as the
alarm went off. Donna reached over and turned the alarm off then rolled
over to give me a kiss. We cuddled for a few minutes then got up to start
what would be an eventful day.
With Kelly and Chrissie on their way to school, Donna called the
principal's office. After explaining the circumstances to Principal
Davies, he arranged to let me pick up the girls at lunch, and to notify the
teachers that they both would be gone from classes an extra week. I was
going to cut my vacation by a week and theirs was going to be extended by a
week, so it was a good compromise. The other reason would be to allow the
furor that today's announcement would cause to die down while we were out
of the country.
Donna and I made some plans and she started getting things packed. We
knew the girls would want new bikinis for the trip, but that could wait
until we arrived there. My bags were already waiting and Donna took enough
to cover any occasion. Kelly and Chrissie would have enough time to pack
between when I picked them up and when we would have to leave for the news
conference.
It was soon time for me to pick up my daughter (I was really beginning
to like the sound of that) and her friend. I drove to the school and went
into the office. I met the principal and after proving who I was, we spoke
for a few minutes on the potential problem of reporters. He assured me
that they would be escorted off the premises, and that Kelly would be quite
safe from interference. He was a gentle man, for all of his linebacker
build, and I believed he would do as he said. He loved all his students
and wanted what was best for them all.
The bell rang as I came out of the office, so I stood just out of sight
to allow the mass exodus of students to pass by. I saw Kelly and Chrissie
come down the hall. They both walked up to the edge of a crowd. I could
see in the middle of that crowd was a tall, leggy blonde. This had to be
the infamous Meredith. I slipped out and got closer, curious as to what
Kelly was up to. I got close enough to hear Meredith talking.
"... and we still don't know who we are going to get for a band. Prom
is a couple months away, and I haven't liked anyone we have heard. When my
daddy has a party he always gets the best."
It was then that Kelly spoke up. "Well Meredith, I could have asked my
dad to perform if he had the time. But since you said that there was no
reason for a band geek like me to even show up, why bother?"
"And how would your father know anyone who would be good enough for our
prom? I suppose you are going to tell us he knows Jason Daniels and that
is how you supposedly got into that concert." Meredith's voice was full of
sarcasm.
"As a matter of fact, he knows Jason Daniels VERY well." Kelly spotted
me leaning against the wall several feet away. "Daddy, could you come and
tell this little fool that you are very close to Jason Daniels?"
As I walked over to Kelly, I lifted the brim of the hat I was wearing so
they could see my face. There was complete silence as I walked up and put
my arm around Kelly and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
Meredith seemed to start to recover from the shock of the situation,
though a young brunette to the side collapsed against her friend. "You?
You're Kelly's FATHER?? This can't be happening. But you can't be. This
just can't be happening to me."
"Oh, you can believe it Meredith. Just watch "Entertainment Tonight"
and you will see that I really am Kelly's father." I could tell that Kelly
just loved it.
As Meredith and her clique continued to sputter, I snaked my other arm
around Chrissie's waist and we left the school. We made it just in time
before I was recognized. The girls both collapsed in laughter once we were
away from the parking lot. They calmed down enough to give Donna the
details, but would still crack up laughing anytime either one thought about
it.
We arrived at the conference early enough to prepare back stage. By
then Kelly was looking pale. The reality of being exposed to all those
reporters was starting to weigh on her. I put my hands on her shoulders.
"Kelly? Are you alright?"
"Yeah Daddy. I am just a little scared seeing all those people out
there."
"You don't have to face them sweetheart. I can do all the talking."
"No, it's alright. I can do it. Just make it soon before I chicken
out."
"We'll be going out in just a few minutes. I will go out first, and
then you will come out. Don't worry, they can't do anything to you."
"I love you, Daddy."
"I love you too, Kel."
I went out with Donna who was in a little better shape than Kelly was.
We sat down at a long table and the crowd hushed. "Ladies and gentleman, I
called this press conference today in the hopes of dispelling any rumors
that are bound to be come up. When I was in high school, I had a girl that
I was totally in love with. We dated until I left to go to California.
What I didn't know when I left was that she was pregnant. Once her parents
found out, they forbade her from contacting me, and even intercepted my
letters. I thought I had lost her forever, but didn't know why. I
continued on in my career and she raised the child on her own.
"A month ago I received a strange email that a young lady wrote to me,
asking if I knew a woman that had been in my first band. We corresponded
and I came to learn that it was my old sweetheart. We got together after
all those years and that was when I found out that I have a beautiful
daughter. Donna and I are rediscovering each other now and I am getting
acquainted with our daughter as well. Now we will answer any questions we
can, but please be kind, since neither of the ladies is used to the public
eye."
There was a general commotion then a reporter from the National Enquirer
spoke up. "Donna? Can you tell us all why you didn't tell Mr. Daniels
about your child together? You could have gotten child support a long time
ago."
"Well, at first I was still under my parents control and I married
shortly after that. By the time I had divorced, Jason was on his way up
and I didn't want to take the chance that one of the tabloids wouldn't try
and use us to derail his career."
The next question was directed at me. "Why didn't you come looking for
her until now?"
"That is a hard one. I know I thought of Donna often. The biggest
reason was that I loved her enough even then to want her to be happy. And
when I hadn't heard from her for a few years, I figured she had moved on."
"Talk about miscommunication. I thought you had forgotten all about
me!" Donna's comment, accompanied by her wry grin, brought a chuckle from
the group.
Someone I didn't recognize from the back shouted, "When do we get to
meet this mystery girl?"
I held up my hand to quiet the murmurs of agreement. "Look folks, I
have always been straight with you. I answer all requests for interviews
if I can fit them into my schedule at all. Now this girl is not used to
crowds like this, so can you take it easy on her? She will answer
questions, but don't be too rough on her."
Martin Williams from the Sun called out, "Oh, we have us a virgin."
I laughed, "With interviews yes. Any other way, I haven't asked. And
if you do, she probably won't tell you."
I waved at Kelly and she came out. She almost ran to me and gave me a
quick hug before sitting down on the opposite side of me from Donna. The
flash units were blinding as they all tried to get their first shots of
her. Things settled down a bit and the questions started. Kelly was a real
pro, answering every one without hesitation. If they tried to twist
anything, she would set them straight. After 15 minutes, I called for one
last question.
"Is there a marriage in the works to make Kelly really your daughter?"
"First of all, Kelly is already "really" my daughter. I am listed as
the father on her birth certificate. As far as marriage, we are just
getting reacquainted, so that is still a ways off."
We stood, and thanked them for their time. A couple of the
photographers asked us to pose for some shots, and then we hurried out the
side door. A limo was waiting to take us to the airport where the company
jet was standing by. On the way, Kelly pulled me down so she could whisper
in my ear, "Just so you know, I am."
"You are what, Sweetheart?"
"The comment about being a virgin? I just wanted you to know I am."
"I really didn't need to know, but I appreciate you trusting me enough
to tell me."
This was a flight where I was normally bored. However, watching Donna
and the girls on their first flight made it exciting. Donna was quiet, but
you could see the excitement and maybe just a hint of fear in her eyes.
The girls were another story. As the plane taxied to the runway, they were
holding each other for dear life. Once we were in the air, they relaxed
and started asking questions about everything that was on the plane, about
where we were staying, and most importantly -- if there would be any boys.
Finally they dozed off, waking up as we started on the final approach.
We were met by a limo and taken to our cabana, which was almost directly on
the beach. Since it was late evening, we explored the facilities briefly
and then headed for bed.
The next morning started a two-week adventure for the girls, and a time
of rediscovery for Donna and me. Most of the time, we would find Kelly and
Chrissie on the beach, showing off their figures in the smallest bikinis
they could find. They had their pick of boys flocking around and had a
pretty active nightlife as well.
Donna and I fell back in love. Though maybe it was just that we had to
realize that the love had always been there, we just needed to be reminded
of it. By the time we headed back, Donna had agreed to move to California
after Kelly graduated in June. Kelly didn't want to move and leave
Chrissie, until we pointed out that she could visit anytime she wanted and
stay as long as she felt like. This arrangement was good enough that Kelly
was ready to move whenever Donna was.
For me -- I had finally found what I had needed. The flight back was
more relaxing than I could imagine. Because now I had what I needed and
longed for -- I had a family.
EPILOGUE:
Kelly and Chrissie graduated in the top 5 percent of their class. They
were suddenly popular, and the girls just took it all in stride. Kelly
didn't go to the prom, deciding to be with me in London for a benefit with
Elton John.
Donna sold her parents house and moved out just days after graduation
with Kelly. Chrissie's frequent visits stretched out until she just moved
in. She eventually got her degree in computer sciences and runs the
family's websites as a sideline. She is good company for Kelly since Donna
and I both are on tour.
Kelly followed us into show business, at least in a way. She modeled
for a few years then started her own agency. Many of her clients have
appeared in top shows and even a few playmates have joined up.
Married? It took Donna a year or two, but we finally had a private
ceremony and honeymooned at the same cabana where we first vacationed as a
family. We are talking about retirement in a few more years, doing only
charity shows and an occasional album. We are all still close. I regret
that I missed so much time with Donna and Kelly, but I am keeping my vow to
never again miss another minute. My spirit was renewed by the love of my
wife and my daughter, and continues to be to this day.
~~~~~ FINIS ~~~~~
You said on P. 2 that Kelly hates coffee and always has so I changed
these bits to juice for Kelly.
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